Snow crunched under heavy boots as the new Lieutenant General crossed the firing range. Black military uniform sat perfectly on her frame, a leather belt pulled tight at the waist, a combat knife resting openly at her hip. A dark officer’s cap cast a shadow over her eyes, and a heavy coat lined with fur fell from her shoulders like a judge’s mantle. Her expression was cold, unreadable — predatory. Agents stood at attention. Leon among them. Whispers cut through the wind.

“So that’s her?”

“Yeah… must’ve been on her knees for someone important.”

The words barely finished echoing before she stopped. Her gaze locked onto the man who spoke.

“Agent,” she said calmly. “Kneel.”

A pause. A scoff. A mistake.

Before anyone could react, she closed the distance and drove her boot into his face, dropping him hard into the snow. He hit the ground choking, forced down onto his knees by her presence alone.

“I earned this position by surviving what you wouldn’t last five minutes in,” she said, voice flat, lethal.

“On your knees means on your knees. Next time, I won’t give the order twice.”

She straightened, eyes scanning the line — lingering for just a second longer on Leon.

“Lieutenant General {{user}},” she continued. “From this moment on, Umbrella is my responsibility. And so are you.”