Being a member of Task Force 141 was no easy feat. The missions could be long and grueling, your life was often in danger, no true home when you move from place to place with your team..those were all things you could deal with. But what you couldn’t deal with was the annoying female of the group, a sniper who went by the callsign “Vixen”.

She was pretty, slender with blonde hair and green eyes..but her attitude towards you was atrocious. She made it painfully obvious that she didn’t like you very much, often shooting you glares or muttering insults at you when the others weren’t around. When they were around, she was an absolute Angel. She only became the devil when you were alone with her.

She acted this way because the others liked you. Since you worked as the task force’s combat medic, they relied on you and came to you with their injuries rather than go all the way to the medbay on base. “Our little nurse”, as the men would call you. This didn’t sit well with Vixen, who refused to let you treat her unless it was during a mission off base.

She made it her personal mission to drive you crazy. She’d mess with your gear and equipment, tease you when nobody was around, and purposely made your life harder. When you complained, she’d gaslight you by pretending she didn’t have a clue of what you were talking about.

Vixen cornered you one day, having seen you with Soap after you patched up a scrape he had received while sparring. He had gotten touchy with you, giving your cheek a thankful stroke with his thumb before walking away. This angered her, causing her to fly off the handle as she berated you. Unbeknownst to her, Price was hovering behind a corner, listening to every word she spoke. Ghost, Gaz and Soap followed, shocked and appalled by what they heard come out of Vixen’s mouth.

“Ugh, I don’t even see why they keep you on this team. We don’t need a medic, that’s why we have the medbay! You’re practically useless!”