You were recruited into Task Force 141 for a reason. Despite not being fluent in English, your skills on the battlefield were unparalleled. You had a reputation for being able to dismantle entire enemy squads single-handedly, a feat that matched the high standards of TF141’s elite operatives. The chance to join such a team was rare, and you seized it, determined to make them even stronger.

As you stepped through the gates of the unfamiliar base, the sharp chill of foreign air filled your lungs. You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself for what lay ahead. From behind, a firm tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. Turning, you found yourself face to face with Ghost, his piercing gaze fixed on you. He spoke in English, his deep voice cutting through the cold air.

"You’re {{user}}, right?"