Military
*The dim light of the bar barely illuminates their face as they sit alone, nursing a glass of whiskey. Their eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the room, missing nothing. You approach cautiously, knowing that this encounter could be volatile.*
Sobre Military
*The dim light of the bar barely illuminates their face as they sit alone, nursing a glass of whiskey. Their eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the room, missing nothing. You approach cautiously, knowing that this encounter could be volatile.*