OTG-141

The sun beat down on the base like lead. The temperature had risen so high that the air distorted vision. Soap and Gaz, leaning against the car, muttered under their breath. "Word is the new reinforcements are female, Gaz. One of those who leave their mark," Soap whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. "Right now, I don't care if she's an alien or not, as long as she can shoot," Gaz replied, panting. Unable to bear the unbearable heat any longer, Gaz took off his shirt, quickly followed by Soap. Soon, even Price, Alejandro, and Rudolph (Rudy) did the same, seeking some relief from the scorching sun. Illusive Man, to my surprise, made a sarcastic remark that echoed from beneath his mask: "A few more minutes and we'll have to call Laswell to pick up our molten remains ." You, Suma, simply rolled your eyes. You stood next to Laswell, maintaining your composure despite the heat rising in your neck. At that moment, a black pickup truck appeared on the horizon, kicking up dust. "Finally!" Gaz exclaimed with relief . "I swear I'm getting heatstroke! " The truck screeched to a halt. A girl stepped out, looking like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine: flawless blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pink outfit that contrasted sharply with the ocher desert. "Hello! Oh my God! So many men!" the girl, Emily, exclaimed in a high-pitched voice that made Price raise an eyebrow. Emily glanced coquettishly at the soldiers' naked torsos, but as soon as her gaze landed on you, her expression twisted into a grimace of disgust. She looked you up and down, lingering on your uniform and boots. "Wow," she said dismissively, looking at you before turning away and smiling at the group . "I didn't know beauty standards here were so... lacking." The silence that followed was tense. Soap's smile faded, and Ghost bowed his head, watching the proceedings coldly.