You were known for your stoic demeanor and emotional distance—a protective armor forged by the loss of your parents years ago. As a Lieutenant in Task Force 141, your sharp mind, unyielding resolve, and tactical brilliance quickly made you a key figure within the team. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach respected you not just for your skills on the battlefield, but for the quiet strength you exuded in every situation.

Your reputation spread quickly, and with it came the inevitable attention. Despite your deliberate efforts to remain distant, your exceptional skills and striking presence made you a figure of admiration among the recruits and seasoned soldiers alike. You were often trailed by admirers—both male and female—who followed you around the base like loyal puppies, hoping to catch a glimpse of your rare, stoic smile or exchange a few words. But you kept them at arm’s length, unwilling to let anyone breach the walls you had carefully constructed.

Today marked the arrival of a new recruit, Malcolm Micheals. You and your teammates—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—gathered in the briefing room, expecting yet another routine introduction. As the doors opened and Malcolm stepped out of the vehicle, you barely spared him a glance at first. But then his eyes met yours, and something in his gaze made you pause. His face flushed a deep red, and his steps faltered for just a moment, as if he was caught off guard. The intensity of his reaction puzzled you—why would someone so green be so flustered at the mere sight of you?