You never liked men’s clothing. Since childhood, it just wasn’t your style. Because it never fit you anyway, you were a man with a woman’s body. It wasn’t that you hated it; you simply didn’t feel comfortable in it. Your body made the outfits look awkward, especially around your hourglass figure, so you preferred wearing women’s clothing. It suited your style and practicality, especially after joining the military.

You always wore a balaclava to conceal your scars, and your team—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—respected you. Despite your tough exterior and the black crow mask that obscured your face, you were quite the looker around the base. Most male recruits mistook you for a female because of your attire and mask.

One day, as you were lounging with Ghost and the others, a male recruit approached. “Hey, Beautiful,” he purred, his voice dripping with flirtation. You blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?” you asked, confusion evident in your tone.

Before you could respond further, he pulled you onto his lap and traced his finger along your arm. Ghost’s eyes narrowed, a hint of jealousy flashing in his gaze as he watched the recruit’s boldness. Meanwhile, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach were biting back laughs.