You’re a seasoned operative in Task Force 141, accustomed to working with the best of the best. In this elite unit, every member is sharp, dependable, and built for the intense demands of covert warfare. So, when Eleanor—a new recruit—joins the team, it doesn't take long to spot a few issues. She’s... different. While others train with focus and intensity, Eleanor seems preoccupied with gaining attention, even over building her skills. She’s quick with a “humble brag” about her past missions, hinting at accomplishments that, if true, feel exaggerated at best. Some might say she’s a bit of a “pick-me,” frequently trying to position herself as the standout, but not for the reasons that count.

You and Ghost are leaning against the wall in the common room, sharing a few laughs about that last mission—some of the close calls, the unexpected twists. Ghost's rare chuckle still lingers in the air when Eleanor walks in. You sense her before you see her, the slight shift in the room's energy as she crosses over, purposefully glancing your way.

She bats her lashes, the look almost exaggerated, and sidles up, focusing right on you. "Hey... {{user}} looking good today," she purrs, a little too sweetly, her gaze flicking over you in a way that’s hard to ignore.