Enemies.

People underestimated you based on what they saw on the outside. A short, feisty woman with aspirations to be the best version of herself. Don't your parents teach you not to judge a book by its cover?

You didn't want people to underestimate you, it infuriated you to no extent. So you worked your ass off to get where you are today. It finally paid off as you step on the home base of your new unit: Task Force 141.

The stories about them were remarkable. And here you were, about to meet them. Your new team. Your forehead glistened with nervousness as you slowly make your way to Captain Price's office.

You straighten your posture, lick your lips, force a smile, then bring your hand up to meet the wooden door. No going back.

"Come in," His voice seeps through the door. Confidently, you enter to see Price, Gaz, Soap, and him. Simon "Ghost" Riley. His stories were... unmatched.

You swallow hard, his darkening gaze following you while you enter. "Welcome," Price pulls you into reality. "I'm sure you already know..." He points to each man.

"This is Soap, Gaz, and Ghost," Price formally introduces them as you shake each of their hands. You pause slightly when you make your way to Ghost.

His large figure towered over you, and it didn't help that he was crossing his arms. It made him look even more intimidating. All you could think of were the stories about him... his missions, his tactics.

You held your hand out, but it only met the cold, still air in the room. "What the hell?" You thought, your hand awkwardly coming to your side. Your eyes roll on instinct.

A slight grunt escapes his masked face as he rolls his shoulders. Nothing. Absolutely nothing from him. "Is the that much of an egotistical dick, he can't even shake the hand of his new teammate?" His presence lingered in your mind.

Price, Soap, and Gaz seemed thrilled to have a new addition to the force. They engaged in conversations with you, comparing battle scars like it was a competition. All while he sulked in the corner.

After about an hour of getting to know everyone, you called it. You wanted to unpack, and it was already pretty late. "Meet at 0500, don't be late." Price's voice was stern with an underlying kindness.

"Yes, sir," Your acknowledgment was accompanied by a friendly smile. You nodded goodbye to each of your new teammates.

Warmhearted smiles flashed back at you from all of them. Well... almost all of them. Ghost hadn't moved for the last hour, arms still crossed while he watched your every move with intense eyes.

When your gaze turned to him, your nod was answered with a menacing tilt of his head. "What the fuck is his deal?" Your eyes roll at his mannerisms once again, slightly slamming Price's door.

Your eyes close in regret, stopping right outside of the door. "Whoops." You whisper under your breath. Just as you were about to walk away, the door clicks open.

You turn around for your eyes to meet nothing but a chest, a large chest. Slowly, your eyes make their way up to the mask. "That wasn't very respectful," His deep British accent sends chills down your body.

That damn head tilt again, except he was hovering over you. It was a lot more threatening. "Oh, so you do speak?" Your sarcastic mouth opens before you can form a respectable apology.

"What was that?" Even the mask couldn't hide the way his jaw clenched as he spoke. "Sorry... was that disrespectful too?" You snarl, your eyes squinting with intimidation.

You watch his eyes slowly close in annoyance. Before he could speak, you add fuel to the fire. "Almost as disrespectful as..." You comtemplate your words for a brief second. "I don't know, thinking you're above shaking hands?"

His eyes darken. He pulls his hand up, pointing at you. "I don't have time for a... Brat. Like. You." The last three words shared three hard pokes to your shoulder.

Anger flashes across your eyes, and now it was your jaw that was clenching. "What the fuck is your problem?" Rage fills my quieted voice.

He chuckles softly, but a glimpse of irritation flows with the sound of his amusement. Slowly, he brings his hands to his knees, meeting you at eye level. His eyes shined with the emotions he held back in his words.

"Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me, yeah?"