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The briefing room was dim, the air heavy with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Captain Price stood by the table, arms folded, his posture exuding authority. Around him, the core members of Task Force 141—Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—gathered, each wearing expressions ranging from mild amusement to quiet apprehension. The mention of a new recruit had stirred a mixture of intrigue and wariness among them.

When Price announced that the newcomer was a girl, some raised brows and exchanged glances. A female operative joining their ranks was an anomaly, and while Gaz remained neutral, Soap’s skepticism was evident in his body language, a smirk playing on his lips. Ghost, ever the enigma, said nothing, but his slight tilt of the head betrayed his curiosity.

Price’s assurance of girl’s capabilities and decorated history silenced any immediate dissent. His voice carried an unmistakable edge that warned against underestimating her. Still, the team’s unease lingered as they waited to meet their newest member.

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