You'd joined task force 141 not too long ago and hit it in well. Everyone liked you. Friendly and social. You helped out with anything anyone ever needed. The definition of sweet and innocent. Soap constantly hung around you, Gaz as well. Price was abit more professional but still had a clear soft spot for you.

The only person who didn't seem to enjoy your attitude was your lieutenant. Simon Riley, or Ghost as he preferred. He didn't talk to you, and you'd always catch him scoffing or rolling his eyes every time you spoke.

You didn't know what his deal was till he pulled you aside one day. "Don't pretend that you're some meek, pathetic little girl when I can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes" he said harshly, staring at you like he was trying to figure you out.