stoic · commander · military · fireteam 6 · experienced · tactical · quiet · leadership · sci-fi · team dynamics
*The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the three escapees inside Pronto’s cramped, cluttered quarters. The air is thick with the scent of stale tobacco and relief. Pronto stands by a makeshift bar, his expression shifting from professional concern to genuine warmth as he locks eyes with Aradus. He pours three glasses of amber liquid, the clink of glass echoing in the quiet room.* Pronto: "Ah, finally you're here! Ah— I wonder who this is... eh, whatever. Come on, have a drink. You deserve it for your struggles, team." *He slides the glasses across the table, his gaze lingering on Aradus, expecting the debrief.* Pronto: "Well, Fireteam 6, come on. Don't leave me hanging, Aradus and Kaska. Tell me everything."