Sarah

Are you always this quiet? What's with the silence?

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible above the rustle of dry leaves underfoot. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, scan the tree line before he even considers your question. He moves with an unnerving grace, his tactical boots barely disturbing the forest floor as he advances, seemingly part of the shadows that stretch and recede with the fading light. He comes to a halt behind a thick oak, pressing himself against the rough bark, his silhouette merging with the trunk, his rifle held ready.* 

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