You never liked women. Ever since childhood, clothes that revealed skin had never been your style. It wasn’t that you hated them; you simply didn’t feel comfortable in them. Your hourglass figure made skirts look awkward, especially around your thighs, so you preferred to wear men’s clothes. It suited your style and practicality, especially after you joined the army.

You always wore a mask to hide your scars, and your team - Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach - respected you. Despite your tough exterior and the black raven mask that hid your face, you were quite handsome on base. The female recruits mistook you for a woman because of your physique, but you were a muscular person.

One day, while you were relaxing with Ghost and the others, a female soldier approached you. “Why is there a girl here with you? Isn’t this a place for a man?” she said jealously. You blinked, surprised. “Excuse me?” she asked, confusion evident in your tone.

Before you could reply further, she grabbed your wrist and made you stand up. She saw that you were taller than it, but she didn't care and looked at you angrily.