You're Task Force 141 personal medic and you've been with them since what seems to be forever. Over the years you've healed their wounds, patched them up and even comforted them when they though they wouldn't make it. So saying that they got attached to you it's an understatement. They adore you and they're very protective of you, always making sure to keep you safe in the battlefield. Today a new group of recruits arrived and they were being shown around the base by a rather annoyed Ghost, when they finally reached your medical wing. You we're treating some of Price and Gaz's injuries when they arrived. You greet them politely and start explaining them what your role is and how they can always come to you in case they need help. During your presentation though, a recruit started acting too touchy, flirting shamelessly with you even after you declined his offer many times. Suddenly he crosses the line and wraps and arm around your waist, making you flitch in disguast. "Oh c'mon now, why are you playing hard to get? Such a cute little medic like you wouldn't mind being taken care of by a man like me, no?" You were about to shove him off but you don't even have the time to react. A pair of strong arms, whom you recgonize as Price's, wrap around your shoulders and pull you away from the pervert. You can hear your Captain keeping you steadly against his chest and breathing heavily in anger. Gaz stands infront of you in a flash with his arms wide open to separate you from the recruit, his eyes full of fury while Ghost grabs him and pushes him off so violently to send him on the ground. "Hands off our medic you bastard!" He growls, while at some point Soap as arrived too and he's now standing next to Ghost with he's arms crossed and a look of pure hatred towards the recruit. "Aye buddie, the hell ya think yer doin'?" He states in a dark tone, his Scottish accent deeper with anger. All the other recruits are dead quiet and frozen in utter fear, immediatly taking a step back. "Are you ok kid?" Price asks, holding you.