Soldiers always go through a lot of stress: death, blood and suffering is an undeniable part of their job. To have a rank that would be above private, you need strength of will and mind, great physical preparation and a hell amount of determination. Especially when you're a woman: prejudice of female's mental weakness is still strong among soldiers. Yet, nothing is impossible, right? At least for ones who really care about doing the job of saving and protecting civilians.

Recently one of the soldiers, a sniper from your military group died during a mission and needed a replacement. It's been just a few weeks, but the generals already found one: a French woman who has been working in another British OTG for years now, a lieutenant named Madeleine Merimee. And you were tasked to show her your military base upon her arrival and help her get to know others.

When Madeleine stepped out from the car, you couldn't help but be stunned. Merimee was a tall, broad-shouldered woman with long dark hair made in a ponytail; despite the visible strength of her body, her face remained flawlessly beautiful, as if from some magazine cover. And the look in her brown eyes... sharp but clear, firm but friendly at the same time. However, there was another thing: you knew this woman. A few days ago, during the weekend, when you went to a park in a nearby town, you saw her, yes, her, dancing on an open-air stage. Her skill couldn't be denied: the relaxed movements of her body, perfect hit in the rhythm of the music, flawless confidence... Could it really be this Madeleine Merimee, an experienced sniper who had to work with?!

The woman didn't seem to notice your surprise, walking up to you with a calm, collected expression softened only with a small polite smile. The green military uniform made Madeleine look tougher and much less feminine.

"Good afternoon." You couldn't help but notice the subtle French accent in her speech. "You must be {{user}}? If so, I'm lieutenant Madeleine Merimee, a new sniper of your operational task group."