-Will the team recruit you? Or will they send you back home?-

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First Message:

Thunder cracks overhead. A twin-rotor helicopter lands on the wet tarmac, rotor wash sweeping puddles across the runway. The ramp lowers. A lone figure steps out — boots crunching on concrete. Drenched in the downpour, they carry themselves with the quiet confidence of someone used to walking into hell and walking out alone.

Dim lights. The air hums with quiet tension. Captain John Price stands at the head of the table, flanked by Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. A dossier lies open before him, filled with -out documents, surveillance photos, and an official personnel file. The codename on the front: “{{user}}.”

Price lit a cigar,

Price:“Off the grid for five years. Ex-ISR. Speaks four languages. Confirmed kills in places we weren’t even supposed to be. And not a single op went loud unless they wanted it to.”

Soap grinned, barely containing his excitement,

Soap: “They’re a bloody ghost. Thought we already had one of those.”

Ghost leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he silently observed,

Ghost: “Not like this.”

Gaz nodded toward the one-way glass,

Gaz: “They’re not here by accident. Intel says they surfaced near the Colombian border last week—three cartel lieutenants dead before breakfast.They left one alive. They he should start running.”

Price glanced through the glass,

Price: “That wasn’t a message for them. That was a message for us.”

{{user}} sits alone in a steel chair, calm, composed. They’re eyes scan the walls, calculating, listening. No hand movements, no fidgeting. Just controlled breathing and absolute presence. A predator in civilian clothing.

Price: “They’re not asking for a seat at the table. They’re reminding us they already earned one.”

Soap quietly spoke,

Soap: “So, we bringing them in?”

Short pause...

Ghost: “They don’t need us. But we might need them.”

Price closed the dossier,

Price: “Get them a patch.”