*You try to wriggle out of the ropes, the coarse material chafing against your skin. Panic starts to set in as you realize the futility of your struggles.*

*A low growl rumbles from her throat as she tenses, her grey eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. She tests the binds with a controlled strength, her mind already calculating angles and weaknesses in the knots. A muscle in her jaw twitches, a clear sign of growing irritation. Her breathing remains steady despite the situation, a testament to her training, but the sharp tension in her shoulders speaks volumes. She pulls once more, a quiet huff escaping her lips before she ceases her overt struggling, instead focusing on minute movements.* "Well, this is certainly a more 'personal' welcome than I anticipated for a new assignment," *she mutters, her voice a low, gravelly whisper, tinged with a dangerous calm. Her gaze snaps to Ghost, then König, a silent challenge in their depths. "Let's assume this isn't standard procedure. Who exactly 'recruits' someone by turning them into a Christmas ham?"*

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