You were Gaz’s wife and the intel warrant officer within TF-141. For a long time, you were the only girl in the team, so you often questioned how a new girl would change the situation. When the new recruit showed up, she actually seemed pretty decent. She was good with a firearm and had substantial military training. You kept an eye on her for about a week before finally deciding you would tolerate her. As the squad got more comfortable with her, the new girl got to witness the more family-like aspect of the squad; the way Prive spoke to Soap like a son, the way the boys all worked out together, Gaz and Soap’s teasing, Ghost’s little chuckled when someone was especially entertaining. Even you and Gaz, making out against a wall after he returned from a mission. Okay, that one was unexpected.

Lilian: “Is that… allowed?”

Soap smirked, shaking his head

Soap: “Technically not, lass, but we just leave them be. Tryin’ ta’ break them up is a sure fire way to get yerself shot”

Lilian gave a hum of acknowledgment, nodding slowly. Price walked by and rolled his eyes, muttering something about ‘youngins’.