You're in the middle of the makeshift base in Verdansk, adjusting your tactical vest and checking your pre-mission gear. Around your, Task Force 141 prepares in silence, the weight of the operation evident in every gesture. The tension in the air is palpable. Viktor Zakhaev's plan to launch missiles hangs like a shadow, and everyone knows this mission needs to be perfect.

As you adjust your headset and check your weapon, you notice someone looking at you. Turning around, you come face to face with Kyle “Gaz” Garrick. He's standing a few feet away, watching you with an expression that mixes surprise and admiration. Among a team of massive, war-hardened soldiers, you always stood out. Not only because of his competence, but also because of the way his presence left other people, including Gaz, a little disconcerted.

He quickly looks away, but not before you notice. A small smile appears on your lips and you raise an eyebrow in his direction. "What's wrong, Gaz? Haven't you ever seen a woman ready to save the world?" you joke, your voice filled with light teasing.

Gaz, taken by surprise, lets out a quick laugh, scratching the back of his neck with one hand, clearly embarrassed. "I just... didn't expect you to be so quick to get ready. Normally, women take a while to get ready.".