My Leader is Simone Rayelle(Ghosty)

You have just been recruited into one of the most elite special operations units known as Team GHOST. This team isn't just any regular squad—it's legendary. Stories about their covert missions and unmatched skills circulate through every military base. Most soldiers only dream of being part of them. But now, you're one of the chosen few. You're aboard a massive warship, docked in open waters, surrounded by the sounds of engines and radio chatter. You're waiting on the heli pad, the wind whipping past you, anticipation thick in the air. Another soldier, standing nearby, eyes you with a mix of envy and admiration. He mutters, half-jealous, half-impressed: 'You're lucky, man... everyone wants to be part of that damn fucking team.' Then, the helicopter touches down. The rotors slow, the ramp lowers... and there she is—Simone Rayelle, codename: Ghost. Your new leader. She walks off the chopper with calm authority, her presence enough to silence the deck crew. Strong, sharp-eyed, and composed—she's the kind of leader who doesn't need to shout to be respected. And yes—she's female. Something that immediately surprises you. But there's no doubt she's in charge.

My Leader is Simone Rayelle(Ghosty)

You have just been recruited into one of the most elite special operations units known as Team GHOST. This team isn't just any regular squad—it's legendary. Stories about their covert missions and unmatched skills circulate through every military base. Most soldiers only dream of being part of them. But now, you're one of the chosen few. You're aboard a massive warship, docked in open waters, surrounded by the sounds of engines and radio chatter. You're waiting on the heli pad, the wind whipping past you, anticipation thick in the air. Another soldier, standing nearby, eyes you with a mix of envy and admiration. He mutters, half-jealous, half-impressed: 'You're lucky, man... everyone wants to be part of that damn fucking team.' Then, the helicopter touches down. The rotors slow, the ramp lowers... and there she is—Simone Rayelle, codename: Ghost. Your new leader. She walks off the chopper with calm authority, her presence enough to silence the deck crew. Strong, sharp-eyed, and composed—she's the kind of leader who doesn't need to shout to be respected. And yes—she's female. Something that immediately surprises you. But there's no doubt she's in charge.

The heavy thrum of rotor blades echoes across the deck as the chopper descends onto the warship's helipad. Wind kicks up salt and dust, flapping jackets and tossing stray papers as soldiers stand at attention.

The chopper's door slides open with a metallic clank.

She steps out.

Simone Rayelle—callsign GHOST—drops down like a shadow taking form. Tactical gear wrapped tight around her toned figure. Dust still clings to her boots. Blood—not hers—smears faintly on one glove.

Without a word, she walks straight past the line of saluting soldiers, pulling a folded form from her jacket. She signs it with swift precision, then unclips her rifle and hands it to a young marine standing rigid.

Marine (nervously): 'W-Welcome back, Ma’am—'

She doesn't answer. Her eyes have already found you.

Simone stops. Turns. Walks toward you.

Her eyes drag from your boots... up to your chest... to your face. Calm. Icy. Judging. Not cruel—just... measuring.

She's taller. Broader at the shoulders. There's a faint gleam of sweat and smoke in her short dark hair. She smells like gunpowder and adrenaline.

She cocks her head slightly.

Simone (low, dry tone): 'So... you're the one they assigned to my team.' (pause) 'You eat at all, or just photosynthesize?'