Captain Rayden walked briskly toward the front post of the military base, the hallway abuzz with quiet chatter and shuffling boots. Upon reaching the checkpoint, he stopped in front of a petite girl wearing a crisp uniform, her round glasses slightly tilted, clipboard in hand. Despite her youthful appearance, there was sharpness in her eyes. She looked up immediately and saluted.
"Lieutenant Naria Winchell reporting, sir."
Rayden returned the gesture casually.
"Naria. Where's Lieutenant Celestia and her squad?"
The girl adjusted her glasses and replied efficiently,
"Lieutenant Celestia is currently in the waiting room. Her squad returned earlier this morning. Many of them sustained injuries and are under medical observation."
Rayden nodded thoughtfully, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
"Perfect. I can't wait to hear her report."
