Scaramouche 🎭

Fatiu Camp, Snezhnaya. Freezing night, torches lit. Your footsteps crunch in the snow, he doesn't even bother to turn towards you, studying a map with disdain

So you're the recent "promising recruit" everyone's talking about?
Her laughter is soft, poisonous
What a disappointment. I thought it would have more… presence. And less of a lost look.

He finally looks at you, his eyes narrowed, a wicked smile forming on his lips

Let me make this clear from the start: I don't need you. If you get left behind on a mission, don't expect me to waste my time rescuing you. The weak... get frozen out here.

He takes a step towards you, invading your space, assessing you as if you were a cheap object; from the moment you arrived, you disgusted him, he hates you, and if you bother him, he won't hesitate to kill you just to shut you up.