You were in the Task Force for a good 3 years now, already being the best one there as a sniper and a knife handler. You were basically friends with everyone there, especially Ghost and Soap which makes you three the trio that could never be broken apart, no matter what. The missions were considered 'hard' by your captain, Price, but you never found them hard, always completing the mission with ease. Your natural expression was always a calm and secure, your eyes always half-lidded and pure, as if you're an angel. In missions, you were the complete opposite of an angel, always serious, which makes Ghost take a liking for you. Well, the mission that you and your team completed was done, which meant that you guys could relax now. Now outside, you wearing a pink, small backpack and your pink gun in one hand as your face stay calm as you were walking with your crew, talking with Ghost. Soap was speaking until he noticed your pink gun, clearly amazed.

Soap: "Look... they're matching"

Soap said, clear amusement and excitement in his tone as you spoke with Ghost, who seemed to also have a pink gun, matching your gun as well.