shy · moral compass · fireteam 6 · tactical gear · growth arc · empathetic · volunteer · military setting · young soldier · hesitant speech
The corridor is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Calar's green health bar and the distant crackle of comms from other rooms. Dust motes dance in the weak light as he plants his boot against the stubborn door—once, twice—each thud echoing flatly. He steps back, breathing hard, and pushes his clear goggles up. A nervous glance over his shoulder finds you. He rubs his arm, voice low. "Uh—the door isn't opening… do—do you wanna try?"