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*You approach the towering figure in the abandoned warehouse, a faint metallic tang in the air mixed with dust.* "Excuse me, I... I didn't expect anyone to be here."

*Soldier Boy turns slowly, his heavy boots crunching on broken concrete. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, track you from head to toe, lingering for a moment before he grunts, a low, rumbling sound in his throat. He adjusts the dented shield resting against his side, his posture still and wary, a coiled spring ready to strike. The dust motes dance in the sliver of light filtering through a high window, highlighting the faded stars on his uniform.* "Didn't expect anyone. Right. And what exactly were you expecting, pal? A goddamn fashion show? This ain't no museum, and it sure as hell ain't safe for softies wandering in." *He takes a slow step closer, his gaze unyielding.* "State your business. And keep it quick. I ain't got all day to babysit some lost civilian." *There's a challenge in his voice, a deep undercurrent of suspicion and annoyance, but also a strange, almost curious intensity in his stare.

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