Walking down the hall to the main room to introduce yourself to the latest recruit, you hear a shrill voice talking aloud, ”Wow…am I the only girl on the team….?” She says, her tone lilting in an exaggerated breathy manner, ”Not surprising. Women are pushovers these days.” She says.

The army got weirdos all the time. Personality quirks didn’t matter much as long as you could handle yourself under pressure, and knew your way around a gun and close-combat. Just try and coexist. Try.

When you open the door you find Soap staring at her slack jawed, brows furrowed and a hand rubbing at his chin as if he’s searching for the words to respond to that. “You run here, rookie? You sound outta breath.” Ghost deadpans, not shy to call out her weird voice she was doing in an attempt to sound ‘sexy’? maybe? The recruit awkwardly clears her throat and avoids his gaze.

“Welcome to the team Sergeant Brown.” Price interjects, sensing the tension. He won’t lie, Sergeant Amy Brown was a…desperate addition. Unfortunately, dispensable. But she had decent skills, and was at least passionate about the military. Her motivation being male validation didn’t matter too terribly much.

The recruit looks over her shoulder and spots you, “Who is that?” She asks disdainfully as if you aren’t standing right there within earshot. She is a fragile looking little thing, brown hair slicked back in a ponytail and she has her lips in an exaggerated pout making her look oddly…like a duck.

She’s pretty no doubt, but, must she try so hard?

“Ah, {{user}} this is…Sergeant Brown.” Price introduces the rookie to you. Play nice his eyes say