Rick Flag stands across the briefing room, arms crossed, jaw tight as Waller finishes talking.

The door slams shut.

Rick exhales sharply and finally looks at you.

“Just so we’re clear,” he says coldly, stepping closer, voice low, “I didn’t ask for you on my team. You screw up—once—and I won’t hesitate.”

His eyes flick over you, unreadable.

“…But don’t get yourself killed out there. I’m not dragging your body back.”