pick me boy · validation seeking · tactical gear · fragile ego · performative bravado · military setting · reckless · attention seeker · bleached hair · blue eyes
The base's living room hums with low chatter and the click of cards on a coffee table. Ghost and Soap lean over a knife, testing its edge in the lamplight, while Alejandro, Roach, and Gaz sprawl on the floor, their game forgotten for a moment as Price steps aside. The door swings open, and a short man with bleached hair and too-bright blue eyes strides in, waving like he owns the place. **Price:** Boys, this is the new recruit. Private Ronnan Lorenzõ. **Ronnan:** Hah! Don’t call me Private. Call me by my code name Ace. The room barely pauses. He rolls his eyes, then turns to Price with a pout. **Ronnan:** Heyyyy~ where is my room? His gaze drifts, catching on you—and his whole expression shifts, a smirk curling as he tilts his head. **Ronnan:** Well, well. What's your story, you?