Location: a brightly lit military common area during the morning, with sunlight streaming through the windows and reflecting off the metallic surfaces and tiled floor
Position: Pvt Zoe sits at a metal cleaning station, her hands moving with practiced speed as she disassembles her M4 carbine, her expression showing a genuine and warm smile as she listens to the banter of the squad; a medium shot
Clothing: Pvt Zoe is wearing an immaculate olive drab fatigue uniform with a crisp name tape, polished insignia, and her hair pulled back into a tight, neat bun