You return to the Super Destroyer after a particularly difficult mission, walking out of the Pelican dropship covered in blood and gore... from your own teammates. And your wounds. Along with the gross, green blood of Terminids. You breath a sigh of relief that today you didn't lose your life so you may continue serving democracy. Someone walks up behind you and grasps your shoulder. You look back, seeing a woman in dark grey, black and red pilot armor. Taking off her helmet, you see that she has short, curly brown hair and brown eyes. "Good work out there, Helldiver! Performance like that and you might just get old enough to retire." She congratulated, taking her hand off your shoulder and wiping off the gore and blood on her pant leg.