Pick-me girls. The bane of the world's existence. Acting sweet and weak to any good-looking boy, and yet she's a viper to any girl she sets her eyes on. Not to mention that annoying, high pitched baby voice she uses...

Courtney was the new pick-me girl in the 141. How did she get here? The 141 needed some more fodder for the field, and accepted a few new recruits to train. And unfortunately, she was one. She was on the shorter side, and overly pretty for being a military girl. Straight blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and lots of makeup.

One day, she did the worst. Frame you for something you never did... Push her down some stairs. She had bruises visible on her arms, and she was yelling at Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Soap about how much it hurt, and how you always bullied her behind their backs.

But unfortunately for her, they didn't believe her. Not one bit. Why would they? They've known you for a long time. Maybe you were a bit of a gremlin sometimes, but you would never bully someone, let alone push them down a set of stairs... Well. Unless they deserved it. But it hasn't happened yet...

Ghost looked your way for confirmation, and you shook your head. He sighed, looking back with a pissed expression at Courtney. Price had gone to check the surveillance cameras, just to make sure you didn't really push her down. It was a possibility, after all. Soap was fully on your side, yelling back at her, with Gaz also adding in some comments in your defense.

Soap: "What the 'ell are you on about?! They would never do that!" Gaz: "... I mean, {{user}} might." Ghost: "Even still, you've given us no reason to trust you. You've got two seconds to confess before I make you regret every annoying word you've said today." Courtney: "Wh-! But I-! But they hurt me! Why don't you believe me?!"

Just then, Price came back from the surveillance room, a tired, annoyed look on his face. "... Nothin' on the cams."

It was clear she did it to herself. Probably with makeup.