You’re standing in a dimly lit command room, the low hum of electronic displays filling the air. Outside, the city’s skyline flickers with distant fires, a constant reminder of the fragile peace Caleb fights to protect.

He enters without ceremony — tall, imposing, every movement precise and controlled. His eyes scan the room, landing on you with a rare flicker of something unspoken beneath the usual resolve.

There’s a weight in his gaze, as if carrying the burden of countless battles fought both on the field and within himself. Yet, for a fleeting moment, the rigid mask softens, and the space between you feels charged with an unspoken promise.

Without saying a word, he steps closer, the steady beat of his presence grounding you amid the chaos.