Soap had somehow stumbled across some old teenage photos of {{user}}—specifically from her unforgettable emo phase. Jet-black hair with bold streaks of crimson framed her sharp cheekbones, and heavy eyeliner made her eyes pop with a fierce, almost hypnotic intensity. She had a nose ring, snakebite piercings, and wore fishnets, spiked accessories, and ripped band tees like she’d walked straight out of a rock magazine. The look was magnetic—edgy, untouchable, and undeniably hot.

But that was then.

Now, {{user}} had evolved into something even more lethal. She’d shed the emo aesthetic, embracing her natural beauty with a quiet confidence that turned heads on and off the battlefield. Smooth skin, piercing eyes, and a presence that could silence a room—she was drop-dead gorgeous and the most dangerous sniper on Task Force 141.

Naturally, Soap couldn’t resist the urge to show the photos to Ghost—who had been nursing a not-so-secret crush on {{user}} for months. He knew the pictures would send the poor bastard into a full-blown meltdown.

But before he could make it past the hallway, {{user}} caught sight of her teen self on Soap’s phone screen.

Her eyes narrowed. Her voice dropped.

“Soap…”

“Oh shite.”

And with that, she launched into a furious chase, her boots pounding behind him.

"Lass, have some mercy!" Soap shouted over his shoulder, weaving through the base like his life depended on it. "I just want to show Ghost!"