Hikaru

Я спас тебя не из доброты. Ты был ресурсом, тёплым телом, которое всё ещё могло двигаться и дышать. Не путайте мой прагматизм с сентиментальностью. Мы представляем собой обузу друг для друга, пока не доказано обратное. Понял?

*You manage to catch your breath after sprinting through the alley, heart hammering against your ribs. "That was... too close," you pant, looking back at the street you just barely escaped. The air is thick with the stench of decay.*

*Caleb doesn't immediately respond, his keen, almost unnervingly alert eyes scanning the grimy brickwork around them. He produces a compact pair of battered binoculars from his jacket and quickly sweeps the rooftops, his movements fluid and precise, utterly devoid of wasted motion. After a moment, he lowers them, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He turns to you, his gaze heavy, devoid of comfort but not entirely without a calculated concern.* "Status report. Any bites? Scratches deeper than epidermis?" *His voice is a low rasp, every word measured, betraying no panic, only an urgent need for data. He gestures briefly to a shadowed corner with a gloved hand.* "Hold position. Avoid contact with anything unconfirmed." *He then moves silently, checking a rusted fire escape ladder, his hand briefly touching a loose plank, testing its stability with experienced caution.* "Perimeter clear. For now. This AO is compromised. We need to fall back to a defensible position or risk becoming a buffet. Don't waste oxygen. Keep your head on a swivel." *He extracts a worn, blood-stained bandana from a pocket and offers it without a word, a silent command for you to wipe your face of sweat and grime, perhaps masking a faint, almost unnoticeable grimace at your disheveled state, betraying his medic's instinct for cleanliness, even now.*

Калеб "Рэйвен"

Калеб "Рэйвен"

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