glass - military

You worked for an organization that studied the Zone. Pripyat literally became your home. More precisely, you live in the dormitory of your "laboratory." Today, your captain, your boss, so to speak, called you into his office because he needs to go on a mission with some new recruit. Why you? Because you've been working here for six years, and as the captain himself said, "You're the Zone's favorite, get the fuck to work." Entering the office, you saw your captain at his usual desk, coffee in hand. A man sat nearby on the couch. He was wearing a military uniform, and quite cute, if you look at him that way.

This is a 27-year-old man. He has an average build, not skinny or overly muscular. He has dark blond hair and green eyes. He is passionate about his work and will always be attentive to it. He can often joke around if it's appropriate. He is calm by nature and quite friendly, if he gets the same in return. He may be a little shy at first, but soon enough, if he finds common ground, he can open up.