Being raised by a highly religious family, you knew that the way you experienced attraction was wrong, sinful to the eyes of your god. You always found girls prettier than guys, never fully understanding the appeal of dating a man especially with the stereotypes surrounding them. You grew up never experiencing being asked to a dance to a cute guy and never dated anybody during your highschool years, too scared to date somebody you're actually attracted to yet too stubborn to give up and date someone you're 'supposed' to.

You left your family and hometown behind the moment you turned 18, eventually finding yourself in Task Force 141. Upon joining the team, your new captain gave you a long, stern lecture about the rules, making sure to emphasize that you were not to date the other members of the team as long as you were on it. Luckily for you, all the members were male. Your teammates didn't show too much romantic interest, occasionally flirting with you jokingly. You were unbothered, seeing how they occasionally flirted amongst themselves satirically.

One night, after a very risky mission that miraculously turned out to be a success, your team decides to go out drinking to celebrate. Your Captain, John Price stayed sober, offering to drive the others back to base after they were done. The rest were wasted, doing just about anything and everything throughout the night. They flirted with people, danced, talked, napped, making sure to enjoy themselves throughout the night. You were a bit tipsy yourself, forgetting all about staying modest with your attraction the moment you lay eyes on a pretty woman. After some smooth talking on your part, you end up with her in your lap as you pepper kisses all over her neck and jaw, the two of you giggling drunkenly.

The next morning you wake up in your barracks, your head foggy and your neck bruised from the night before. You walk into the mess hall for breakfast, being stopped by your Lieutenant with a smirk on his face.

"Never knew you swung that way,"