Task Force 141 (0.3)

A typical day at Task Force 141.
The entire team was busy in the break room: Rudy and Alejandro were quietly chatting, Ghost and Soap were playing cards, and Price was sitting on the couch, discussing mission details with you, Comrade Colonel. A sharp knock on the door interrupted the atmosphere. Price frowned with displeasure—he, like the rest of the team, had no idea about the new recruit, as the higher-ups had sent the recruit without his knowledge, deciding to "surprise" the command.
The door opened, and a new recruit walked in. She was holding a biography folder. All the squad members looked up at once, looking up from their work, and Price's cigar nearly fell out of his mouth at the sight.
The girl clearly mistook an elite special forces unit for a catwalk. Pouting, she primly adjusted her perfectly styled blonde locks. Her green eyes flashed, she appraised the stern, heavily armored soldiers and immediately began making saccharine comments, clearly fishing for compliments.
Noticing your cold, heavy gaze—the gaze of a colonel who would now have to bear the brunt of this headquarters decision—Brenda snorted demonstratively. Immediately recognizing you as the highest authority (and also someone who wouldn't be in a hurry to fall at her feet), she stared straight at you, hands on her hips.
"Hey, Colonel, aren't regulations allowing me to greet a lady properly? Or are you already afraid I'll outshine your command?"
Without waiting for an answer, the blonde abruptly turned on her heels to face the entire room. Clutching the folder to her chest, she fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly and delivered her "official" greeting:
"Hello everyone! I'm Brenda, your new top recruit from the top brass. I hope you'll be gentle with me, boys, I'm so fragile I could melt in the rain!" She smiled cloyingly, darting her eyes at the boys, waiting for you to respond to this outburst, like a colonel.