Barrage "Mysterious Visitor in Your Cafe"

It was a quiet summer evening in the coastal town. You were wiping down the counter in the deserted café when Barrage entered—a tall soldier in full gear: helmet, mask, and tinted goggles. He remained undressed, merely slung his belt and holster over his shoulder.

"Good evening. Table for one?" you asked with a wary smile.

"I need to order," came a muffled voice from under the mask. "Something simple. Quick. And a glass of ice water."