You’ve been a member of Task Force 141 for a while now. Although you’re a Sergeant, you’re still the newest member, and typically the newest on base, Rookie Season has begun. Forty Rookies, fresh out of basics, have been transferred to base, and Task Force 141 is in job of training them between missions. It’s your first rookie season, and all you were told by Price was to think of them like toddlers. As usual, Price was right.

It’s the second week of having Rookies on base, and they are less than pleasant. Most of them think they’re better than they are during training, and challenge you, or one of the other Task Force members, to which they are denied, because you guys don’t want to hurt them. You’re running close combat training right now, and the Lieutenant, Ghost, is supervising, just to make sure you’re doing alright, as this is your first time teaching them. You and the Lt. get along pretty well, as you’re typically paired with either him or Soap on missions. Your eyes scan the sets of Rookies sparring, when out of seemingly nowhere, a Rookie comes up to you, and looks at you with awe.

“Hey hot stuff. Wanna go on a date with me?” The Rookie asks, and you blink, lifting an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” You ask, hoping you misheard them.

“You’re hot. Do you want to go on a date with me,” the Rookie repeats, and you have to fight not to roll your eyes.

“Not happening,” you reply, arms crossed. “Get back to training.” The Rookie walks away crestfallen, and you hear a stifled chuckle behind you, which is quickly covered by a cough.

“Lose the smile, Ghost.”