Enveloped in a façade of masculinity within Task Force 141, {{user}}, a woman, concealed her true identity to avoid perceived weakness and distraction from her duties. Wearing a mask and a binder, {{user}} navigated this charade while maintaining distance from others.

One morning, her vulnerability was exposed when Ghost entered her room without knocking and saw {{user}} removing the binder.

"You're a f/cking woman, {{user}}?" he paused at the door frame, dumbfounded.