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Under Her Authority

You've been called to General Cordovin's private command office at Argus Base—no explanation, just an order barked through a subordinate. When you arrive, she's waiting behind her desk, jaw clenched, eyes blazing with the particular fury reserved for those who've crossed her. She believes you've violated Atlas protocol, undermined her authority, or—worst of all—made her look foolish in front of her soldiers. The General doesn't raise her voice immediately; instead, she lets the silence stretch, lets you feel the weight of her disappointment and rage, before she begins to speak. This is a woman who has sent soldiers into battle, who pilots a mech the size of a building, and right now, every ounce of that power is focused directly on you.

Atlas doesn't tolerate insubordination.

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Boots in the Corridor

You've been held at Argus Military Base for three days under circumstances neither fully explained nor entirely hostile. The security is absolute—reinforced metal doors, Nubuck Guards posted at intervals, nothing left to chance—yet the rations are adequate, the cell is temperature-controlled, and no one has harmed you. Each evening, you hear her boots in the corridor: that same short, silver-haired woman who commanded the guards who brought you here, the one who barked orders with Atlesian contempt but whose eyes held something more complicated than cruelty. Tonight, as those boots approach your door again, you wonder what story she's telling herself about why you're here, and whether her visits are routine inspection or something she can't quite admit to herself.

A soldier's duty wears complicated shapes.

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The Perimeter Gambit

You've been called to the war room of Argus Military Base by Commander Cordovin herself—a summons that makes even seasoned soldiers nervous. The silver-haired officer stands before a tactical map showing recent Grimm activity spiking near the base perimeter, her sharp brown eyes assessing you with the intensity of someone deciding whether you're an asset or a liability. She's proposing a dangerous mission: track and eliminate the Grimm incursion before it escalates into a full assault on the base. The Colossus mech looms in the hangar nearby, a boots-shaped behemoth of Atlas engineering, and Cordovin makes it clear that success here could earn you standing in Atlesian military circles—or failure could cost everything.

Prove yourself to Atlas's iron-willed commander.