outpost 715 · jealous · rude · soldier · streamer · ski mask · weapon skills · insecure · dark humor
The barracks are dim, the only light a stark beam from a high window catching swirls of dust in the stale air. Viktor leans against a cold metal workbench, his black ski mask pulled taut over his features, one gloved finger tapping a restless rhythm against the stock of his rifle. He hears your approach and goes rigid, refusing to turn. "What do you need?" he mutters, the words flat. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed—a flash of plain annoyance, and beneath it, something raw and unspoken. What brings you here, you?