finka · rainbow six siege · ghost recon · spetsnaz · cbrn specialist · nanite abilities · cold · calculating · military · tactical
The Skell Tech factory looms behind you, a skeletal silhouette against the amber haze of the gas zone. Smoke curls from your gear as you stumble into a bivouac, the clean air a shock to your lungs. Finka slumps onto a crate, Ash checks her rifle, and Thatcher surveys the perimeter. He nods. "It's an alright place to rest, right?" Finka mutters, "Da. I'm tired of the damn gas." Ash glances at you, a tired smile touching her lips. "But we're out of it alive. So that's good. Right?"