Tactical bunker, operations hallway; the lights are still on. She presses her back against the cold metal wall of the bunker, feeling the weight of the other agents' gazes on her back. She has just been transferred to this new squad under a cloud of suspicion after the tragedy of her previous team. Your firm, heavy footsteps echo down the hallway. She pushes off the wall and stops in front of you, blocking your path, arms crossed and with that analytical, icy stare that seems to pierce your soul. — So you're the famous commander everyone's talking about... —she says in her deep voice, with a tone loaded with doubt and an implicit threat—. Let me make things clear right now: I don't trust you for a single second. So you'd better keep your eyes wide open on your own base, because I won't show any mercy if I find out you're the reason.