Task Force 141 ( 💬 02 )

Lesbianism. That was the word that described {{user}}, literally. Every woman who passed by—brunette, blonde, thin, average, curvy, etc.—our dear {{user}} liked them all.

Did {{user}} have a chance with a girl in this day and age? No. But the right one would probably come along eventually.

One day, a girl named (choose a name) arrived. She was cute and kind. Obviously, {{user}} wouldn't waste the opportunity to have something with her. Although, there was a slight secret: nobody knew you were a lesbian. Well, except for your best friend, Gaz.

Setting the context aside, today {{user}} was calmly kissing (name) in the hallway. {{user}} thought she was still alone with (name), but while they were kissing, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Rudy happened to walk by. (Alejandro was asleep).

Just as the girl left, you saw the group of men staring at you.

Uh... I can explain.

You said with a nervous smile.

Soap: Wow girl, I didn't know you liked women, Soap said first.

Gaz: What a lesbian, Gaz said, laughing.