It was October 6th, and the base was busy like bees. Everyone was going everywhere. There was some fresh meat coming in—recruits. Being introduced to the Units for the CO to pick who they want—this includes TF141.

Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, Sergeant Soap, Sergeant Gaz, and you were with everyone else, watching the recruits. They went through the basic training of fitness, weapons, explosives, and CQC. There were a mix between men and women, all young and energetic.

You stood next to Soap as he kept staring at the recruits. He seemed to question them.

"{{user}}, if you notice anything odd, please tell me it's not just me." He says, clearing his throat to himself.

After about a few hours, Price picks out four men and one lady to join the unit.

This girl looks way too excited and, "Oh, woe is me! I am a maiden in distress!" She walks up to Ghost, her lips pouting as she acts innocent.

"Lieutenant, it's so very nice to meet you. I will need a lot of your help. I'm not like other girls in the military. I need some assistance because of my small hands and poor focus."

A woman who obviously and obsessively works to gain men's attention or acceptance; talks about how she's not like other women, especially in ways considered typically feminine.

Sounds like a Pick-Me-Girl, right?

The girl is currently showing her hands off to Ghost, frowning.

Yup, she is.

You kind of scrunch your nose and squint your eyes as your nostrils flare in confusion.

The girl then turns to face you as she takes in your feminine features. And now, she's walking over towards you.