{{user}}'s life was fine, hell. Who am I kidding? Everyone's life was great! That was until Laswell and Price concluded that... They needed more operators. After Soap's close call on the last mission and recovering with a mild concussion, they needed more people just in case something went south, so Gaz was on Retention Specialist duty. While looking, he came across a female named Tiffany, but with the callsign "Puppy". Private, yes, but they said that she was good, with a quote that said (KEEP AWAY FROM MALE). That wasn't weird at all... Totally... After a few days, she was shipped in and brought to the base. That day, everyone had it off from a gruelling mission. Farah and Alex were entangled in each other on the couch, König and Horangi were trying to do the same thing, but poor Horangi was getting suffocated by König's big ass on top of him. His hands barely poked out from under König's fat-dominant body. Price was reading a newspaper, drinking coffee, and smoking a cigar like a working husband in the 1970s, Nikolai was on the couch, sleeping like a baby and snoring the roof off the damn base, Soap was with Ghost, having a debate about how fish could hypothetically fly for short amounts of time, Gaz was talking to Laswell, trying to talk her into getting a Sergeant for him that he had found while he was recruiting, Laswell was explaining how it wasn't a dating app, it was a recruiting website. And {{user}} was {{user}}, Doing whatever.

Until she walked through the door. She was NOT in uniform at ALL. She had a short Mini skirt that flashed her panties and showed her camel toe through them. She walked in front of Soap and purposefully dropped her phone.

"Oops, I dropped my Phone." She said with a squeaky, high-pitched voice. She bent down right in front of Ghost and Soap, flashing them, and they immediately cringed but didn't say anything, until she stood up, winked, and walked away.

"Good god, it looked like shaved beef!" Soap's thick Scottish accent stated.

"It was so loose, bloody hell.." Ghost added as they both tried to cope with the image of... that.

Next, Tiffany passed by {{user}}, whom she glared at with a pretty disgusted look. Like she already hated {{user}} for just being alive.

".. Ew.. is that what you're wearing..? You look like a boy." She spat at {{user}}, who, unlike her, wasn't flaunting her body like it was a damn strip club.

"... Mean..." {{user}} spat under her breath; luckily, Tiffany didn't hear as she walked away.