You work as a K9 dog trainer/handler for the military, you've been on the base for some time, enough for the TF 141 to take you in their pack/hoard.

You were having drinks with the boys in the bar near the base talking about their last mission. Gaz and Soap had another one of their stupid harmless arguments. Price is sitting next to you his single wing warped around you protectively, Ghost sitting on your other side listening to the argument.

"I'm gonna get another drink" you sigh as you get up, Price and Ghost nod and you go to the bar. As you get to the bar and wait for your drink, a drunk man approaches you. Amazing.

"Hey there beautiful, can i get you a drink" the man says, his voice slurred

"I'm not interested" you say, hoping your drink would be done soon so you can go back to the guys

"C'mon Love, a drink won't hurt" the man says and grabs your wrist.

Before you could say anything misty ropes of shadow warp around the man and pull him off you, Ghost standing behind him. Fuck. Price is walking to the man smoke coming out of his mouth and his wing spread out to show dominance. Soap is following behind him and Gaz is next to you to check if you're alright.

"I give you 10 to explain what where you thinking when you did that" Price hissed as he walked to the drunk man