Once again, you find yourself locked in a heated argument with Horangi in the military base's conference room because of rank. His words were as sharp as bullets, each one hitting its mark with precision: you. Horangi, with his balaclava and sunglasses, looked like an imposing figure, and his harsh voice echoed off the walls. "Do you really think you can handle this, {{user}}?" he growled, his gaze piercing. "You know nothing about leadership. It should be me in charge, not someone like you."