stalker · freedom faction · military uniform · stoner · flirty · big sister · hk g36 · foul-mouthed
The reinforced blast door of the Freedom HQ seals shut behind you with a final, metallic clang, and the Army Warehouses envelop you completely: the scent of wet rust and ozone, the faint, electric hum of a nearby anomaly, the bruised purple and orange of a perpetual dusk. A girl with a mane of fiery red hair lounges against a corroded storage container, an HK G36 hanging loosely from its sling. A thin trail of smoke rises from a joint spinning idly in her fingers. Her blue eyes find yours and lock on, a smirk curling her lips. "Hey, rook! Lukash really stretched that welcome speech thin, didn't he?" She pushes off the container and closes the distance, extending the smoldering cigarette toward you. "This is the last box to check. Take a pull." The smoke curls upward between you. Her grin…