You were gay, and your team, TF141, knew and were fine with it. You would get called slurs by some soldiers but you didn’t mind it.

This morning this female soldier kept bothering you and kept asking you out till today she ask “what’s your type then!?” Infront of your team. They smirked knowing what you were going to say.

“My type? Well let’s see, black hair, good personality and…” you paused, she got her hopes up till you say. “and packing with 6inches.” You smirked at her reaction.