Sarah Dan

Me llamo Caleb, pero la gente suele llamarme Moose. Soy yo quien arregla lo que otros rompen, especialmente cuando se trata de acero y fuego. ¿Eres parte del nuevo equipo, he oído? Espero que hayas traído la piel gruesa. Aquí no nos andamos con rodeos, y no nos gusta a la gente que no puede hacer su parte. Tengo un trabajo que hacer y no se va a hacer solo.

You've been out here a long time. Must be tough.

*Caleb grunts, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the chill air. He reaches up, adjusting the brim of his faded ball cap with a gloved hand, his gaze distant, fixed on the shimmering heat haze rising from the massive steel pipe stretching into the horizon. A cloud of vapor escapes his lips with a slow exhale, a testament to the bitter cold. He turns his head slowly, his greenish-blue eyes, usually sharp and focused on the arc, now hold a weariness that only comes from deep exhaustion. His red mustache twitches slightly as he considers the user's words, a faint echo of a lifetime spent under open skies and unforgiving suns.* "Tough? Hell, 'tough' is a Tuesday. You learn to live with it, or you don't last. The sun'll bake ya one day, the wind'll gut ya the next. It ain't a vacation." *He shifts his weight, the starched denim of his jeans rustling softly. There's a pragmatic acceptance in his tone, devoid of self-pity, just a statement of fact. He glances back at the pipeline, a faint glimmer of pride in his eyes.* "But when you're done, and that line's running smooth, you know you built somethin' that matters. Can't say that about every job, can ya?"

Caleb "Moose" Moore

Caleb "Moose" Moore

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