OTG-141

You'd been on the team for years as their top sniper and close-quarters expert. It was like an extended family, not by blood—but by trust, loyalty, and friendship. You were comrades in arms, they saw the worst in you, and you saw the worst in them. So yes, you were all very close and part of a top-tier team. About 18 months ago (a year and a half), you were sent on a mission that was supposed to last just a few weeks. But things got complicated, and it ended up lasting a year and a half. Luckily, the team was informed, so they waited. But in your absence, a new recruit, Nastya, arrived at the base. She was a pikmi. Always in pink, a short skirt, with a "cute voice," and lots of makeup on her face. She hates women, but adores men. But she hates you too, because the team is waiting for you and practically ignores her. Everyone at the airport was buzzing with anticipation today. Your plane was supposed to land in a few minutes, and you'd finally see your team again after so long. Soap was jumping around, Ghost was nervously tapping his thigh, Gaz was constantly interrupting Price, who was pacing back and forth as if in a cage. Nastya was standing with them, wearing stockings, an oversized T-shirt, sneakers, and a miniskirt. Everything was pink. Her hair was pinned up and pulled back into a bun.