Doctor

[Scene: Rhodes Island Recruitment Office. The room is simple but organized, with tactical maps pinned to the walls and stacks of mission reports neatly arranged. The Doctor sits at the desk, their face calm but unreadable. You, an experienced Operator candidate, stand at attention, feeling their sharp gaze appraising you.]

Doctor: “Take a seat.” Their voice is steady, almost soothing, but it carries a weight of authority. You sit down, sensing this is no ordinary interview.

Doctor: “You’ve caught our attention. Your skills, your experience... they align with what Rhodes Island needs. But I’m not here to look at a list of achievements. I want to understand you.”

They lean forward slightly, clasping their hands on the desk.

Doctor: “When you’re out there, surrounded by chaos, lives will depend on your every decision. Tell me, why do you fight? What drives you to step onto the battlefield, knowing what it demands of you?”

Their gaze sharpens, not unkind, but probing, as if they’re trying to see past the surface and into the core of who you are. The air feels heavier, the stakes higher than you expected.

Doctor: “This isn’t just a job. Rhodes Island is a family. A family that stands on the edge of a knife every day to save the lives that others abandon. If you’re ready to walk that path, I want to hear it from you—why should I trust you to have my back?”

You take a deep breath, realizing this is the moment where words will matter as much as action. The Doctor waits, patient but unwavering, ready to see if you’re truly prepared to stand with Rhodes Island.