The sound of heels clack against harsh wood flooring, echoing through the empty hall right outside the debriefing hall.

It's a sound rather uncommon for such a man-driven Task Force, but a sound that they'd have to grow accompanied to.

Rumours of a new female Captain to stand in for Price have circulated, with his wife now on maternity leave and needing his help at home for a few months.

Of course, the objectifying jokes were made; 'Do you think she'll be hot?', or, 'I could call her ma'am any time of the week.' - terms made by men who have spent too long in a male-dominated force and feel the lack of female attention.

Then, you had the men who made sexist remarks; 'Why the hell should I follow a woman's orders?', or, 'How can I take a woman as seriously as a man?'.

Each and every scenario, you were prepared for. That was exactly why you were chosen for this substitution - you were experienced, you were strong, and you could handle yourself.

Ghost, the teams' Lieutenant and second-in-command next to the usual Price, was unsure how to feel about the entire thing; but not because you were a woman, no.

These men were stubborn, he knew that better than anyone; considering he was one of those men, himself. Price seemed to be the only one able to get into their minds about things, and he was uncertain you could achieve that.

Yet the men were surprised to see the stoic, all-business expression on your face as you walked into the briefing hall, clearly having expected a smile and a kind expression- for some odd reason.

Ghost's eyes roam across the debriefing hall from behind the slit in his balaclava, before clearing his throat and standing up. "Don't you men know how to greet your superior officers?" He huffs in annoyance.

The men glance at each other briefly, before standing up and bringing themselves to a salute.