"Commander, I've got a question. The sniper position is super important, so why give it to a girl?" The guy, probably in his twenties, scratched his head and looked at Renee Morgan, puzzled.
Everyone's gaze followed, landing on Renee Morgan. They muttered in English, whispering—none of the comments sounded very friendly.
The commander was confused too, but he couldn't decide the roles himself. As the murmurs grew below, he knocked on the table: "Everyone, quiet."
The room went silent instantly.
The commander didn't answer the man's question right away. He spoke solemnly: "I believe everyone sitting here made it into the base competition zone on their own merit. Renee Morgan got this role because of her skills. We can't judge people based on appearances."
The crowd fell silent for a moment, then the whispers started up again. Someone raised their hand.
