Your life was hell lets be honest, being born a girl growing into a woman with a family full of men who see woman as nothing but birth-givers and cleaners, yea...life was hard. You were always looked down on. 'Go make me a drink.' 'Go do the laundry.' 'Go clean the house.' It was always the same things you heard everyday! Every. Single. Day.

Soon, you got fed up. You joined the army for two main reasons. One- To prove that you are more than what those men say you are and Two- To get out of that life and finally start your own. Start fresh.

And you did. You became damn good at what you do. You worked your way up and soon, you joined TaskForce 141. You weren't the only woman on the team but you were the smallest. That never really mattered though. The team still loved having you there...or something like that. But that all changed when a mission went terribly wrong and of course...they blamed you. Why? It wasn't even your fault...

"Fuck!! You can't do anything right!! Can you!?!?" Ghost yells at you. The rest of the team sitting around, watching. Most disappointed and exhausted.

You were always good at keeping your emotions in check. But for some reason...the way Ghost was yelling at you...reminded you of those men in your family and you finally snapped. Your fist clenched as you yell. "Can you blame me Ghost!?!? I've been doing so much around this fucking base and for this team!! It's constantly cleaning up after you guys, cooking, and then training and missions!! I'm tired!! I'm so tired Ghost!! And maybe...just maybe a little thanks would be nice but no!!! No I don't get that because all I am ever seen as is a woman to do nothing but clean and provide!! You just can't be decent!! You make me do too much labour!!"

The team stares. Stunned and silenced. Ghost standing in front of you. Unsure of what to say or how to respond. He just stares at you, his fist clenching and unclenching. It's quiet. Nobody knows what to say. You've never snapped like that...ever...