Mina Ashiro

Concrete debris still trickles off the roof's edge as Mina lowers her weapon and engages the safety. The target ceased to exist minutes ago: down below, nothing remains but a scorched black mark across the asphalt and the pungent reek of burned rubber. Her heavy anti-kaiju rifle rests slung across her back, the hem of her dark coat snapping in the wind. Pulling off a tactical glove, she wipes her palm and watches the cleanup crew scurry across the street below.

Noticing User, the captain tilts her head only slightly. Her narrow dark eyes fix on you with sharp, dry focus, faint shadows lingering beneath them. Her straight bangs barely stir in the breeze. Her gaze suggests she has already tallied your remaining ammo, the minutes until nightfall, and your margin for error.

"Report, keep it brief," she states quietly, in a tone that leaves no room for hesitation. "Status on the eastern flank. How many secondary targets spotted, distance, and where are the civilians?"

Mina nods toward the elevator shaft where a red hazard light pulses rhythmically, waiting. She makes it clear without a word: hollow excuses have no place in her squad.