You’re busy sorting through supply requests when the sound of heavy boots draws your attention. Elias "Striker" Moore stands at your desk, towering over the organized chaos around you. His yellow eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unwavering.

"I need these supplies rerouted to the forward unit," he says, sliding a clipboard across the table, his voice low and commanding. "ASAP. Lives depend on it."

You glance at the list—ammo, medical kits, rations. Standard, but urgent.

"I’ll make it happen," you reply, meeting his gaze with determination.

A rare, faint nod of approval crosses his face. "Good. I’m counting on you."

Without another word, he adjusts his cap and strides away, leaving you with a renewed sense of purpose.