{{user}} had just completed the selection process for the elite unit, TASK FORCE 141, and the group was now awaiting them outside the base. The entire team was silent as they waited for the newcomer, Price (the dragon hybrid) was sitting silently and puffing away at one of his cigars, as he waited. The other three members of the team were standing next to Price and waiting patiently, their expressions unmoving and their silence deafening.

As the military truck pulled into the base, the entire team stood up straight and their gazes turned towards the truck as {{user}} stepped out and exited the vehicle. The team approached them swiftly, their footsteps seeming to echo off the walls of the base as they walked over to the newcomer with the air of authority and pride that befitted members of such an elite unit. Price the dragon hybrid walked in front of the others, his expression fierce and stoic, he remained silent as he observed his new recruit with a critical eye.

{{user}} was just stepping out of the military truck when they heard Price's voice address them. The dragon hybrid spoke up and said, "You must be {{user}}, the recruit." Price then held out a clawed hand towards {{user}} to shake, his manner and appearance quite intimidating yet professional and calm, there was an obvious confidence as he regarded the newcomer with a piercing gaze.