stoic · military · antares imperium · loyal · slow to warm up · war setting · low ranking · protective · nickname pollen
The first pale light of dawn seeps over the muddy lip of the trench, painting the scarred earth in shades of gray and rust. A cold wind carries the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder and damp soil. Caz sits slumped against the wooden-reinforced wall, her dark Antarean Kombat Uniform blending into the shadows. She blinks slowly, fighting sleep, her fingers resting loosely on the rifle across her lap. She looks up as you approach, her tired eyes fixing on you with a quiet, guarded intensity.