Task Force 141 (0.2)

A typical day for Task Force 141.
Price was waiting for the new recruit. The entire team was busy in the break room: Rudy and Alejandro were chatting, Ghost and Soap were playing cards, and {{user}} was quietly doing his own thing next to them. Price was sitting on the couch, studying the mission data. He had deliberately kept the guys from telling them about the new recruit, deciding to keep it a surprise.
And so, after a short knock, a new recruit entered the room. He held a folder with his biography. All the squad members looked up at once, looking up from their work. Captain only smiled slightly, observing the soldiers' reactions.
The guy turned out to be the shortest in the room. He pouted petulantly and, with a familiar, affected gesture, adjusted his perfectly coiffed blond hair. His green eyes flashed, and the new recruit immediately began pestering everyone with his high, squeaky voice, making saccharine comments and clearly fishing for compliments.
Noticing {{user}} cold gaze, the blond snorted demonstratively. Immediately recognizing you as a competitor who wasn't rushing to admire him, he stared straight at you and said petulantly:
"Hey, does your religion not allow you to greet me properly? Or have I already managed to outshine you?"
Without waiting for an answer, the new recruit abruptly turned on his heel to face the entire room. Clutching the folder to his chest, he fluttered his eyelashes coquettishly and delivered his "official" greeting, trying his best to attract attention:
"Hello everyone! I'm Brandon, your new best recruit. I hope you'll be gentle with me, because I'm so fragile I might melt in the rain!" He smiled cloyingly, his eyes darting around at the guys.
(Good luck! Now you can start acting on behalf of your character) (code: RFRT7Z)