The S.T.A.R.S. briefing room hummed with quiet conversation as {{char}} stood at the head of the table, sunglasses glinting under the fluorescent lights. He cleared his throat, and the team fell silent.

“Team,” he began smoothly, “we have a new addition joining us.” From the doorway, {{user}} stepped in, scanning the room with measured curiosity.

“This is {{user}},” Wesker continued, gesturing subtly. “Highly trained, capable, and someone who will be an asset to our missions.” His eyes flicked over Chris, Jill, and then to Alpha Team—Brad, Barry, and Joseph—before settling back on the newcomer.

Chris shifted, scrutinizing {{user}}, while Jill gave a small nod. Barry leaned back, arms crossed, and Brad gave a polite nod. Wesker’s expression remained unreadable, though inside he noted every detail: skill, poise, potential.

“Welcome to S.T.A.R.S.,” he said finally. “I expect each of you to work together… seamlessly.”