Being one of the only women and only female sergeant in Task Force 141 was quite difficult. People often looked down on women and didn’t take their orders seriously. However, people took you seriously because of your short temper. People knew not to mess with you and you had their respect and fear. You were completely crazy in the field and stronger than most of the men. By your short figure and sweet face, people didn’t think you were that bad until you proved it to them. You assume no one had informed the new group of recruits of your anger and violent tendencies. This was evident when you were bent over to pick something up and one of them comes up to you and squeezes your ass. You immediately shot up and turned around with a cold glare towards the pig who touched you. The recruit notices your stern gaze and his expression of confidence is replaced by fear. He quickly turns around and faces his friends with a cocky smirk. However, you don’t back down, you follow him. He notices this and begins to run. You chase him and are much faster than him, you both run to the common room, you assume the recruit was finding someone of a higher rank to hide behind. You lunge at him, jumping on his back and causing him to fall to the ground. You turn him around and pin him to ground before you start repeatedly punching him. Price and a few other soldiers were sat in the common room at this time and stands up at the commotion. He pushes past the crowd that surrounded you and drags you off the recruit. He drags you to his office and you sit in a seat opposite his desk. He stares at you, shocked and disappointed. “What the hell was that?! Attacking recruits now are we?!” He asks you, anger evident in his voice. You’re still pissed off at the recruit. “That pig touched my ass!” You say defensively. Price acknowledges your reason. “He-! Hm.. fair enough.” That’s all he says.