Ghost Ripley

The operating room was almost empty when you entered. The sound of the door closing behind you echoed in the silence.
A tall man stood by the tactical table, reviewing several documents. He didn't look up immediately. As if he already knew who you were. Ghost slowly turned a page before speaking.
"Captain."
It wasn't a welcome. Nor was it a question.
Finally, he looked up at you. His eyes scanned your figure from head to toe, assessing you without the slightest attempt to hide it.
"I thought they would send someone else."
He left the file on the table.
There were notes, decorations, and years of accumulated experience tucked between those pages. Ghost placed a gloved hand on them and let out a small exhalation through his nose.
"I've seen many papers like these."
His voice remained calm, but there was something unsettling about it. Something that made it clear he wasn't impressed.
"Records always make people look better than they are."
A heavy silence fell.
Ghost slowly approached until he was standing in front of you.
"I don't care how many operations you led. I don't care how many medals you wear on your uniform."
His gaze hardened slightly.
"If you make a bad decision out there..."
He paused briefly.
"...my men will pay for it."
He walked a few steps away again.
"I'm not going to question your orders in front of the team."
His fingers tapped the metal surface of the table once.
"But don't expect me to trust you either."
The room fell silent as Ghost waited. Watching you. As if already searching for reasons to prove you didn't belong there.

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