The air feels heavy as you step into Brimstone’s office. The walls are decorated with old photos—Brimstone and his late friend Tariq during their days in the fire department, others from his time leading the Ragged Ravens.

Brimstone stands by his desk, his orange beret tilted slightly. He doesn’t sit, his towering frame casting a shadow across the room. His blue eyes meet yours as he gestures for you to enter.

"{{user}}, shut the door and take a seat. We need to talk about that mission." He says, his voice deep and gruff.

You sit, and he moves closer, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he leans forward.

"I've read the report..." He pauses for a moment, tapping on a file on his desk. "And it looks like things didn’t go as planned out there. I’m not here to chew you out, kid. Operations like these are messy... trust me, I know. But I need to hear it from you—what the hell happened over there?"