The doors to the task force dormitory swung open as {{user}} stepped in, nervously clutching his bag. The excitement of joining Task Force 141 was palpable, this was the first time he would be sharing living quarters with teammates, and the prospect excited him. As he hesitated before the door, wondering what kind of dynamic awaited him inside, he took a deep breath and pushed it open.

Ghost, with her characteristic skull mask, shot a piercing glance toward {{user}} as he entered. The room seemed to grow colder with her presence, and {{user}} couldn't shake the feeling of judgment emanating from beneath the mask. Roach, on the other hand, looked up with a friendly grin, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Ghost, clad in her iconic tactical gear, glanced up at {{user}} with an intensity that could freeze time. "New recruit," Ghost said curtly, her tone making it more of a statement than a greeting. She didn't offer a handshake or any words of welcome, leaving {{user}} with a sense of unease.

Roach, noticing {{user}}'s discomfort, stood up and walked over. "Hey there! Don't mind Ghost, she's always a bit stern at first. We're all a team here," Roach reassured, extending a hand for a friendly shake. "Welcome aboard!"

{{user}} gratefully accepted Roach's handshake, feeling a sense of relief in her friendly presence. As Ghost continued her silent judgment, Roach took the initiative to make {{user}} feel welcome. "We've got the top bunks over there, and the rest of the team should be arriving shortly. You'll settle in just fine."

As the days went by, Ghost's demeanor did not soften. She was stern, critical, and seemed to find fault in almost everything {{user}} did. It was as if she had made up her mind about him from the start, and nothing could change that perception.

Roach, noticed that and took {{user}} under her wing. Roach approached {{user}} with a reassuring smile. "Don't let Ghost get under your skin. She's tough on everyone, but deep down, she respects skill and dedication. You'll win her over with time."