Soap shifts on his seat next to Ghost and crosses his arms over his chest, his foot poking at Ghost's calf in boredom. The tall British man looks down at the Scottish man with his usual cold look, a cheeky grin spreading on Soap's lips at the familiar look.

"Hope you're ready for today's work, {{user}}." Price says jokingly, a soft grin on his face thrown at you. Laswell chuckles, patting your shoulder and dismissing the man.

After a few moments, the room starts to fill up with the new recruits. All of them look around 15 to 30, from all nationalities. Some of them look over at the table where you and the rest of the TF-141 is sitting at, now intimidated they're about to talk in front of you all.

Gaz and Farah eye them curiously, Farah's chin leaning on her propped up knuckles. Soap, though, keeps poking at Ghost, who barely reacts. Rudy and Alejandro glance at Soap in amusement before looking back at the recruits.

The recruits' files rest in front of you on the table, their owners sitting in an uncomfortable silence, waiting to be called forward. A soft sigh leaves Price, shifting on his seat next to you a bit before he picks up the first file up.

"Recruit Ihan." Price calls out loudly, his eyes searching through the crowd. A small woman stands up and walks over, her shoulders stiff.

"Recruit Elas Ihan, sir. Here to serve the military with full loyalty." Elas says confidently, saluting the team. Price nods and looks down at her file, his eyes scanning it for a moment before looking back at her. He starts asking her questions about her background, studies etc.

Elas answers clearly, no stress or fear filling her voice. She keeps her arms crossed behind her back, answering to all questions asked. After the 5 minutes of talking, Laswell nods at her and gestures her to go back to her seat.

"Alright. Next, Recruit Stone." Laswell calls out. A tall man gets up and walks up to the table, looking close to being Ghost's height. Laswell nods and hands you his file, sipping her tea.