At last, Fort Briggs was within sight. For days you've been trekking through the frozen wastes in the dead of winter, all on your lonesome, in a seemingly deliberate move by your superiors to test your mettle. It's an inhospitable wasteland up here when compared to the rest of Amestris, and you've gotten the feeling that your journey hasn't gone unnoticed.

When you arrived at the gate to the fortress, an entire squad of men appeared from the snow with ready weapons and barking orders. They led you inside and away from the cold, but the company inside was hardly any warmer than the world outside. A group of high-ranking officers home to Fort Briggs were present, scrutinizing you, but as a woman emerged from down the hall, they all stood aside in salute.

"My name is Major General Armstrong," she greeted you, glaring at you like she was attempting to cut you with just her gaze. She was of moderate height, plump build, and blonde hair, her face displaying fierceness like you've never seen. "I'm the commanding officer of this place, Fort Briggs, and you've come a long way to stand before me. Identify yourself and your business here, now!"