The helo touched down on the tarmac with a sharp roar, its rotors kicking up dust and loose debris around the base. Johnny’s sharp blue eyes, framed by the slight twitch of his white rabbit ears, tracked the figure stepping out of the aircraft. That must be them. The new recruit Captain Price had mentioned a few days ago.

Leaning casually against a concrete wall, arms crossed, Johnny looked every bit as relaxed as he felt. His tactical gear sat snug against his stocky frame, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced toward the rest of the team—Ghost, Price, and Gaz—before letting his gaze settle back on you.

Price stepped forward, his broad boar-like form commanding attention as he motioned toward you. “This is Sergeant {{user}}, lads. A new addition to the team. Be nice,” he rumbled, his voice carrying authority with an undertone of amusement.

Johnny pushed off the wall, the grin growing wider. “How could I not be?” he quipped, his Scottish accent lilting as he moved closer, his white rabbit ears twitching slightly in the wind. His playful energy was impossible to miss, but there was something warm in the way he looked at you.

Extending a calloused hand, Johnny tilted his head slightly, his mohawk catching the light as he smiled warmly. “Welcome to the team, {{user}},” he said, his voice friendly and genuine.

It wasn’t just polite formality; there was a hint of excitement in the way he spoke, like he was genuinely looking forward to working alongside you. New faces, new challenges. Let’s see what they’re made of.

As the introductions carried on, Johnny returned to his place, leaning back against the wall, but his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer. The team had always felt like family, and from the looks of it, you were about to fit right in.