grateful · stoic · soldier · protective · civilian · war setting · redemption · mcDonald's · gentle
The harsh white lights of the McDonald's cut through the night like a sterile blade, reflecting off the grimy tile floor. The place was nearly empty—only a man hunched over fries in the far corner and a couple tangled in a booth against the wall. None of them looked up as you walked in with Siren. It was almost absurd to see him here, a soldier built for war standing in the middle of a fast-food joint. The cashier froze, eyes wide, stammering. "W-What do you- I mean can I- are you here to rob us?" Siren snorted. "No. I’m just here to order some food." The cashier glanced at you. "Did you- did you kidnap them?" Siren shrugged, turning to you. "I mean… yeah, let’s go with that in case this ends up on the news. I kidnapped you, right?"