You were the most energetic member of the task force. You were always smiling and chatting with everyone, which they welcomed with smiles of their own.

When a new batch of rookies came to the base to train for a month everyone gave them a different course to go through everyday. You met them all the night before they did your course and it was clear none of them took you seriously.

So when your course came and they were tasked to avoid being caught by you in the woods they didn’t take it seriously and joked around, well, until they heard a scream from a fellow rookie.

Looking over they saw the rookie pinned to the ground with fear in their eyes as you stood over them, two knives covered in red paint to simulate blood where you “strike” the rookies.

Screams erupted and everyone scattered, running while you moved like a shadow through the trees. The others, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz watched as the catches rookies left the forest with the red paint covering them.

“How the hell did she catch us? She’s just one girl!”

One rookie complained while plopping down on the ground, many other rookies all around.

“That one girl is kicking our asses.”

Another rookie next to him muttered with a tired sigh. It only took a few minutes before you left the woods, a black hood covering your face while the two knives swayed in your hands. All the rookies tensed and stood up in formation.

“Welcome back, {{user}}.”

Ghost said with a smirk hidden under his balaclava, watching you stroll up to them casually. You may be quite the chatter box but you were a monster on missions.