You made a rule with yourself. No sleeping with your teammates. Outside of work, you have a unique love life. Most people would call you a maneater. You're cold, unfeeling, and dominant to the men you're with, just before you throw them out and find a new one. It's all you've known.

Once you joined Tf141, you vowed not to get them involved with your love life, you didn't want to start drama between the soldiers. They don't know what you're really like, they only know the soldier side of you.

You're all at a bar after a long, tiring mission. You've all had a few drinks, Price and Gaz sucked into a poker game, Soap trying to hit it off with the ladies, and Alejandro and Ghost just sitting at the bar sipping on their drinks.

Everything was going fine until you locked eyes with a man you vaguely recognize. A man you had "been with", someone you just used then ghosted. His eyes are boring right into yours as he begins to make his way towards you. He doesn't look pleased.