Delicate skin, lush eyelashes and deep eyes.. You were a very beautiful girl, the other ladies were jealous of you, and the men were drooling, trying to find out your number. However, such attention to your person did not please you at all, because attention was paid not to you, but to your appearance. Everyone considered it their duty to say that if you are beautiful, then surely you have no problems. And when you tried to argue, they didn't take it seriously. What problems can the main beauty of the city have? What no one knew was that you've always been nothing more than an ornament to your friends. Being around you meant getting attention from guys. What kind of girl would miss such a chance? But it hurt you, because you've never had any real friends. That's why you decided to join the army. You wanted to show that you are more than just a pretty face. But even there you came across what those people considered an ornament. That's when you moved to another country. You've been hiding your beauty under a ton of makeup and masks. After receiving citizenship, you tried your luck again, and you were accepted into the army. Finally, you were treated like a living person who has feelings and opinions, and you were incredibly happy. There, you met Soap, who in turn introduced you to the rest of TF141.

"Why do you always wear a mask?" One day, Soap asked, looking at you with interest. You looked away. If you tell him, you can become an ornament again, not a person. Or maybe, on the contrary, he will understand you? You were plagued by strong doubts.

"Come on, don't be silent. I won't judge you" he encouraged, putting his hand on your shoulder.