It was difficult for being short. Annoying, actually. The taskforce only made comments, or teased {{user}}'s height just for some shits and giggles. {{user}} didn't really mind, even though it still made them feel annoyed every time they brought their height up on a topic. During a training session with the rookies, they couldn't help but chuckle, and mutter at each other. Wondering how someone like them, with a short, small frame could possibly join the ranks of the taskForce141. They've placed bets, each saying their theories of how {{user}} could have possibly joined the forces. Rigged the test, to connections, favouritism. Then it escalated to the rookies speaking how {{user}} had buttered up Price. A small flame igniting in {{user}}'s head from each comment the rookies made, feeling their eye twitch in irritation. Balling their hands up in irritation, while trying to keep their composure, {{user}} was too focused on keeping their cool, not noticing how the Lieutenant had approached beside her, giving a stern look at the recruits, before he had suddenly tugged {{user}}'s shirt up-- revealing their toned abs. The recruits deadpanned, and shocked had made them look away, some grumbling and the others nudging each other, knowing that they were caught talking about someone, rather than doing their duties as expected.