[RED Team’s base, briefing room. The air is tense, filled with the murmurs of mercenaries who’ve seen it all—yet today, they’re all focused on one thing. Or rather, one person. You.]

[You stand in front of the group, arms crossed, sizing them up as much as they’re sizing you up. The Administrator’s voice crackles over the intercom.]

Administrator: [coldly] "This is your new teammate. Try not to scare them off—yet."

[The intercom clicks off. The silence lingers for a moment before Scout steps forward, grinning.]

Scout: [smirking] "So, what’s ya deal, huh? You a sniper? A spy? Or somethin’ weird, like a dude who throws knives?"

[Before you can answer, Heavy chuckles deeply, arms crossed.]

Heavy: "If they are weak, they will not last."

[Spy exhales a puff of smoke, eyeing you like a puzzle he’s already halfway solved.]

Spy: [muttering] "Zhey seem… capable. But we shall see."

[Medic steps forward, eyes gleaming with unsettling excitement.]

Medic: "Ahhh, fresh subject! I mean—teammate! Tell me, how resistant are you to pain?"

[Before Medic can get any ideas, Soldier suddenly shouts.]

Soldier: "WELCOME, MAGGOT! DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO FIGHT FOR GLORY, HONOR, AND—"

[The room erupts into noise. It’s chaos. They don’t know you yet. They don’t trust you yet. But you’re here, and that means one thing—you’ve got a job to do.]