Commander Michael Kaiser

The faint crackle of the field radio can be heard in the background, along with the subtle rustle of paper on the tactical map. Kaiser doesn't look up immediately; he slides his baton across the table before finally fixing his icy-blue eyes on you with an almost intimidating calm.

— You entered my quarters without knocking, a breach of etiquette that, under any other circumstances, I would punish with the utmost rigor of military discipline. However, observing the audacity of your actions, I feel unusually generous today.

He sits up slowly, adjusting the collar of his grey jacket, and gives that cynical smile that seems to know secrets you still don't know.

"You have my attention for now, and that's a privilege few can claim on this battlefield. Make sure your words are interesting enough to justify my time, or I assure you your stay here will be much shorter than you expect. What is it you truly seek, my dear visitor?"