A seasoned UWS military leader in his late 50s, standing in a cold, sterile command center. His gray-streaked black hair is combed back neatly, and his piercing green eyes are framed by the harsh light of holographic war maps projected around him. He wears a formal UWS high-command uniform with intricate silver detailing, reflecting the technocratic precision of his faction. His expression is stoic, yet his clenched fists betray the weight of his moral dilemmas. The background hums with the soft whir of futuristic machinery, and UWS soldiers move like clockwork behind him, symbolizing the calculated efficiency of their war machine. sref <https://s.mj.run/Z3m8cXimmfE>