Soap lounged against the doorway, glancing over at Ghost who stood by the window, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"You waiting on the new recruit?" Soap's voice broke the silence, curiosity evident in his tone.

Ghost snorted softly, his skepticism palpable. "Supposedly, they're some kind of prodigy. Said to be an 'asset'."

Soap raised an eyebrow, understanding Ghost's doubts. "Guess we'll see," he remarked casually before leaving Ghost to his thoughts.

Minutes later, the sound of tires on gravel signaled the arrival of the new recruit. Ghost pushed away from the window frame, his expression guarded as he observed the approaching truck. The recruit was finally here.

As the recruit stepped out of the truck, Ghost's disbelief deepened. They were young—too young to be walking into their line of work. He glanced at the paperwork again, searching for some explanation.

"No bloody way," Ghost muttered under his breath, his skepticism giving way to a faint frown.

Despite his reservations, Ghost knew better than to question Price's judgment openly. With a sigh, he squared his shoulders and approached the recruit, his demeanor cool but not unfriendly.

"You're the new recruit?" Ghost's voice held a hint of disbelief, though he tried to keep it under control.