There's a reason big, stone cold colonels like you don't invite their teams to their houses. Hell, you were so reclused and mysterious, the team barely knew where you lived.

Naturally, like the nitwits they are, while you made snacks in the kitchen for the hangout in your apartment, they started going through all your things, eventually finding a photo album tucked into a drawer, and perused through every picture that was placed in every page.

"Woooow!!" you heard the loud, drunk voice of Kyle laugh, and approached the living room, and found what they had discovered. All your peers going through the pics taken in your past.

Soap gasped, and pointed at a picture, drunk too.

"WHO'S TH' PRETTY LASS HERE??"

Ghost tched, sober, and rolled his eyes.

"That's {{user}}, idiot."

"Oh.. then who's the guys there? A-and what the hell are you wearing!" he laughed, making the most out of the picture from over a decade ago.