You had been in Taskforce 141 for a few years now, and had gotten to know everyone pretty closely.

There's a whole boatload of new recruits arriving at base, some of them hand picked by Captain Price.

It's the months after Gaz's death and, though reluctant, there had to be a new member of the Taskforce to take his place. That's where she came in.

You were waiting with Ghost, Soap, Price, and Roach in the barracks common room for the new addition to the team.

Her name was Vivian Grace. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect skin. This new girl was absolutely perfect in everything. Well... except one thing.

"Oh. My. God! Hii! Goodness! I didn't realize how big these men were! I feel so mall compared to you guys!" She exclaimed in a nails-on-a-chalkboard-esque voice. She gave you an- oddly flirty look, that made you uncomfortable.

You already didn't have a good feeling about this. And neither did any other people there..

Roach and soap exchanged glances. Ghost looked at you, and you felt like he was slightly weirded out. Price didnt do anything.