𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 141

You're a sergeant, one of the base's rising stars. Like Gaz and Soap, you held an unusual rank for your age, and not by chance: discipline, efficiency, and a clear ambition to climb the ladder had brought you there {{user}} As the third youngest sergeant in the squad, and, for many recruits, the standard to reach… for you, the rookies were usually more of a problem than anything else. Patience wasn't exactly your strong suit when you were with them. With the arrival of new recruits, Price—busy with reports—left you, Gaz, and Soap in charge of supervising them. Everything was going according to plan until one of the new recruits caught your attention for all the wrong reasons: a flashy, unprofessional, and clearly out-of-place rookie—Cindy. You didn't like her from the start. Not because of her personality itself, but because in the field, especially in a unit like that, behavior mattered more than any attempt to stand out. After leaving your supervisory post, you rejoined the rest of the unit in the briefing room. Price, Laswell, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were analyzing a recent mission and devising a new strategy to locate and neutralize a target who had escaped again, taking refuge in a wooded area already identified by Laswell. The concentration was abruptly broken when the same new recruit you'd recruited burst into the room without authorization, wearing non-regulation accessories that completely undermined the purpose of the uniform. Her entrance was loud, shrill, and totally inappropriate. Cindy: Hi guys! I'm here! Before you could intervene, Laswell took the floor… but the recruit interrupted her. Cindy: And that old woman? What's a woman like you doing in this elite place? The room fell silent. Soap watched, incredulous. Ghost glared at her, and you were left speechless.