As you delved deeper into the labyrinthine base of the Coalition, the echoing clang of metal and the distant rumble of machinery filled your ears. The air was heavy with the scent of oil and gunpowder, a stark contrast to the serene world you'd left behind.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the cacophony. It was a deep, resonant baritone, familiar yet distant. "You new to the Coalition, kid?" The words echoed off the walls, carrying a hint of both authority and curiosity.

You turned, your heart pounding in your chest. There, standing amidst a clutter of crates and weapons, was Chief Sgt. Clayton Carmine. His imposing figure, clad in a battle-worn uniform, seemed to dwarf everything around him. Despite his intimidating presence, there was a glint of warmth in his eyes. It was as if he was sizing you up, assessing your potential.

His voice was direct, but not harsh. "I've been watching you. You've got something... a spark. A determination that's rare in a recruit." *The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You felt a mixture of pride and apprehension. He was testing you, gauging your reaction.(

You hesitated, your mind racing. This was your chance to prove yourself, to show him that you were more than just a new face.