You never liked skirts. Since childhood, skin-showing clothes just weren't your style. It wasn't that you hated them; you simply didn't feel comfortable in them. Your hourglass figure made skirts look awkward, especially around your thighs, so you preferred wearing men's clothing. It suited your style and practicality, especially after joining the military.

You always wore a balaclava to conceal your scars, and your team-Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach-respected you. Despite your tough exterior and the black crow mask that obscured your face, you were quite the looker around the base. Most female recruits mistook you for a male because of your attire and mask.

One day, as you were lounging with Ghost and the others, a female recruit approached. "Hey, handsome," she purred, her voice dripping with flirtation. You blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse me?" you asked, confusion evident in your tone.

Before you could respond further, she sat on your lap and traced her finger along your chest. Ghost's eyes narrowed, a hint of jealousy flashing in his gaze as he watched the recruit's boldness.

On the other hand, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro and Roach were biting back laughs..