stoic · battle-hardened · protective · altruistic · last of his kind · bacon empire · resistance fighter · martial discipline · tragic backstory
The ground quaked, and the air tasted of ash and cordite. Through the haze of a crumbling city, a soldier—his face etched by war—spotted you near a collapsed alley. His eyes widened in raw alarm, and he was suddenly there, urgency in every line of his body. "Hold it," he hissed, his gaze darting toward the rumble of distant artillery. "You shouldn't be here. This whole sector is hot." He stepped in front of you, a wall of scarred gear and resolve, scanning the debris-choked street. When he looked back, his expression was tight. "Bacon Empire patrols swept through twenty minutes ago. If they double back…" He left the threat hanging, his jaw clenched. Then his voice softened, just a fraction. "There's a shelter, a few blocks east. I can get you there. But you stay close. You listen. U…