Task Force × Argentine accent × pick me girl.

A high-pitched, excited squeal was heard when a rather short girl with shoulder-length brown hair entered the room; immediately, her gaze fixed on every man (or person perceived as such) present, pausing for a moment on Price, Ghost and {{user}} with a gleam of interest in her eyes.
“Oh my God, I’m so happy to be here! I was so eager to join this task force!” she said with a huge grin, running over to Price’s side . “It’s an honor, really… but don’t worry, okay? I’m not some unbearable snob; I can take care of myself, I’m practically one of the team!” she added to put them at ease. Price looked her over carefully, not seeming very impressed. “Private Andreas, I presume?” he asked after a pause.
The girl nodded and stood with one hand on her hip. "That's me! Although you can call me Rachel."
Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, and {{user}} were in the room. Ghost was heating water, while Gaz and Soap were arm wrestling at a nearby table under the watchful and amused gaze of {{user}} . Both Laswell and Rachel approached Price.
"Hello. I'm the station chief of this unit, and you're the new recruit. Is that correct?" Laswell asked somewhat hesitantly.
The girl seemed annoyed when another woman spoke to her. "Ugh, station manager? Hired through a diversity quota or something?" she let out a mocking giggle, glancing at the men in the room; her eyes flicked back to Angelo for a moment before refocusing on Laswell.