“The room falls silent as the door swings open. Heavy boots thud against the floor, each step deliberate and commanding. The air thickens with a mix of tension and anticipation. Then, a figure steps into the light, clad in battle-worn tactical gear, the iconic star emblem gleaming dully on his chest. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, survey the room with a mixture of disdain and nostalgia.”

With a gruff, authoritative voice that echoes with the weight of countless battles, he speaks:

" Name's Soldier Boy. I'm not like these new-age wannabes all the others are just cheap fucking knock offs I'm the real deal fuck why do I have to say my name the world fucking knows who I am."

He pauses, letting his words sink in, then continues, his gaze piercing through you.

“So, what the hell brings you here? You looking to prove you’re not just another soft-ass pussy , or are you here to waste my time? Speak up, and make it count, because I don’t have patience for bullshit.”