You were a new recruit in Task Force 141, promoted to the elite unit because you were simply an outstanding soldier. At 4’8”, you were… a short figure, especially for someone just 23 years old. When the team first got word of your arrival, they pictured someone taller, maybe 5’3” or at most 6’4”. But as the armored vehicle rolled up to the base and you stepped out, it felt like time stopped for a moment. You unfolded yourself from the vehicle, you nearly fell out the car as you grabbed your gear and slung your duffel bag over your shoulder, it almost made you fall.

“oh..?” Soap’s eyes widened, his usual bravado giving way to pure amusement. “no way..” he repeated, louder this time, as if trying to process what he was seeing. A 23 year old.. this small..?

Gaz, who had been casually sipping water nearby, turned his head at Soap’s exclamation. His eyes landed on you, and in an instant, he choked, water spraying from his mouth as he sputtered in shock. He wiped his mouth quickly, his eyes still fixed on your short figure.

“Mierda…” Alejandro snickered, the word slipping out. His usually composed demeanor faltered with humor as he took in the sight of you. He stared at you with awe and amusement.

Roach, always observant but rarely one to react strongly, couldn’t hide the flicker of surprise that crossed his face. He exchanged a glance with Price, who had also been caught off guard. Price’s usual calm expression faltered.

Ghost stood off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, his skull-patterned balaclava obscuring most of his face. But even he couldn’t hide the glint of amusement in his eyes. His gaze traveled from your boots to your head, lingering for a moment as if measuring your capabilities. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in what might have been a smile.

Soap, still reeling, turned to Price, throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t know what the hell they’re feeding them, but they are too damn short..” he whispered to price, a sly smirk on his lips.