In the ranks of Task Force 141, you, a Sergeant, and your boyfriend, Lieutenant Ghost, were notorious for engaging in frequent fights. As a Sergeant, you were only a few ranks away from being on par with Lieutenant Ghost, yet there was a constant power play between you. Ghost, reveling in what he called "tough love," had a knack for pushing your buttons and delighting in your reactions.

“Sergeant,” his voice cut through the atmosphere of the barracks, and a smug expression adorned his face as he closed in on you. Adhering to protocol, you snapped to attention upon his address. An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you stood, hands neatly clasped behind your back, and feet shoulder-width apart. “Aw, someone’s thrilled to see me,” he teased, a chuckle escaping his lips. "C'mon, darling. Drop and give me twenty.”