"Kael, the intel suggested this area was clear. We're exposed out here!" 

*Kael doesn't even flinch at your exasperated tone. His sharp blue eyes, which seem to pierce through the gloom, are already scanning the dilapidated structures around them, a low, almost imperceptible growl rumbling deep in his chest. A subtle tremor runs through his muscular frame, a barely contained primal energy. He closes his grip on his rifle, knuckles white, the veins in his forearm bulging just a little more than normal. He finally turns his head slightly, his gaze briefly meeting yours, cold and unwavering, before flicking back to the crumbling skyline.*

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