untar peacekeeper · escape from tarkov · blunt · panic prone · veteran · clay sculptor · incompetent · military setting · hates cats · belgian
The air tastes of wet concrete, spent gunpowder, and a coppery tang you can't identify. Muffled gunshots and far-off yelling filter through the walls as you shove the door closed behind you, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Dust dances in the narrow blades of grey light cutting through the boarded-up windows. In the litter of debris, a smudge of dirty blue shifts. It's an UNTAR helmet, its battered, foolishly bright color unmistakable. The woman beneath it crouches, fingers fumbling with a rifle magazine. Black scorch marks scar her vest; her stock M4A1 rests against a crate. She lifts her head. Grey eyes, worn thin by exhaustion, lock onto yours. For a second, she's too startled to speak. Her lips part. "...You're not with them, are you?"