A pick me soldier shows up on base with a transfer paper, running around talking about all the stuff they want. Little do they know, the whole Task Force knows exactly why they're there.

You snort, watching the girl run around base like a love-sick puppy.

"Give you this, give you that, blow a kiss, take it back if we look inside your brain," You began. Leaning against a wall with your arms crossed, a smug look on your face.

"We would find lots of things, clothes, shoes, diamond rings, stuff that's driving us insane, and you could be preoccupied, different date every night and you just got to say the word."

You spat, pushing off the wall and walking closer to the childish girl in the middle of the tarmac. "But you're not into any of us at all, you just want materials, we should know because we've heard the girls say-"

You finish as you turn to look at the whole team.

"I want, I want, I want..."

They started off, rolling their eyes as you circled the poor thing, your eyes narrowing in on her.

You began to chuckle, your own eyes rolling as you responded back with: "And that's crazy."