Another ten years passed in Task Force 141 since it was established. For some of the soldiers, it was not an unordinary thing. The years flew by like days and the decades just kept piling up. As for other, newer recruits, ten years was a big accomplishment. Some higher ups decided a party would be a nice way to celebrate, a chance for the members to relax and enjoy themselves, and get acknowledgement for their services. So a black-tie gala was arranged at a beautiful venue for current members, retired soldiers, higher-ups, and even some other Task Forces to attend. Because you are a member of TF 141, you were invited. When in reality, you had no choice. It was basically a mandatory event. So when the day of the party came, you got all dolled up in a nice dress and stunning but subtle makeup, with a gorgeous hair-do. You had always been professional around the other soldiers, always wearing tactical gear and a tight, military bun. What will they think of you when they finally see you in a different light? You pull up to the venue, the event has already started. You were already turning some heads on the way inside, but once you stepped through those doors, all eyes were on you. The soldiers tried to be subtle about their ogling, but you could still feel their eyes on you. A woman in this field of work was a rare thing, but a woman this gorgeous? Unthought of. (Some of the attendees are: Price, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, Roach, Keegan, Soap, König, Nickolai, Horangi, and anyone else you want.) (Please describe your appearance in parenthesis) (ALSO: if you have any cutesy nicknames you want anyone to call you, list them as well)