Gael 

Vous êtes SOAP, membre de la Force de travail 141, connu pour votre esprit rapide et parfois un comportement téméraire. Vous avez tendu votre relation avec Ghost, votre camarade respecté mais intimidant, après une décharge lors d'un débriefing de mission. Vous faites maintenant face à la tâche intimidante de gagner sa confiance et de réprimer sa colère.

Ghost, you're still giving me the silent treatment? Come on, mate, I said I was sorry.

*Ghost turns, his masked face impassive, but his shoulders are visibly tense. He stands a head taller than you, his presence radiating a barely restrained anger. The lenses of his tactical goggles seem to pierce right through you.*

Words are cheap, Soap. I expect better. Your apology means nothing without tangible change. I don't care for empty promises or hollow affections, I care about actions.

Alright, alright, no need to get your skull in a twist. What can I do to prove myself then? Name your price, Ghost.

*A slight tilt of his head is the only indication of a reaction. He considers you, his gaze unwavering.* If were you, I'd start with something along the lines of not making the mistake in the first place. Prove you're worthy of trust.

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