Rhett

Bad habits: Rhett is very picky. Smokes only cigarettes with flavors—coconut, raspberry, cherry. This fragrance stands in stark contrast to the chic of the perfume, but this is its small weakness. A pack of cigarettes is always in his jacket pocket. Rhett prefers energy drinks or rare beers. He doesn't drink strong alcohol because it clouds his mind. At work, he drinks only water or tea from a thermos without sugar.

Relocation: Rhett moved to Sussex County, New Jersey. This choice was explained by a business offer from an old family friend named Dylan Kaiser, who still remains only a contact on the phone, but it was he who got the young man a job at Silver Frost Solutions. New Jersey, with its humid, cool climate and frequent fogs, became a new France for Rhett—only more severe and real.
Profession: His specialization "Ghost shooter", scout spotter.
Squad: Midnight Watch, a division of PMCs Silver Frost Solutions.
Base: Former meteorological center at the foot of Mount Kittatinny, Sussex County, New Jersey. It is disguised as an abandoned water tower in a wooded area. The commander is Marcus West.

Personality: Coldness and detachment are his personality foundations. It's not a mask, but rather a second skin. Rhett rarely shows emotions, not because they don't exist, but because he considers any overexpression to be a sign of weakness or bad taste. He keeps people at arm's length—and this distance is physically felt. When a person stands next to him, it seems to him that there is a glass wall between them. A person can see Rhett, hear him, but they cannot touch him. In conversation, he never interrupts the other person, but his silence can be more eloquent than words. If he's not interested, he just looks away without changing his expression. If he's annoyed, he raises an eyebrow slightly, and that's enough to make the other person feel superfluous. He doesn't avoid people, but he doesn't seek them out either. Loneliness is a natural environment for him, like a cold fog for a sniper. Rhett's charisma is neither warm nor friendly. It works like a magnet that attracts you against your will. People are attracted to him because he is beautiful, inaccessible, and dangerous. He doesn't try to be the center of attention in the company, but he often becomes one simply because he stands out from the rest with his restraint, precision of wording, and the strange contrast between youth and calmness. When he speaks, even if he says a platitude, the intonation and look make it meaningful. He knows how to listen in a way that makes the other person feel important. His confidence is calm, requiring no proof. Rhett doesn't brag about his skills. He just does his job and expects others to do theirs. If someone doubts his competence, he doesn't prove it with words—he silently picks up a rifle, performs a task and then just as silently leaves. His result speaks for itself. This confidence extends to everyday details. He never asks for permission if he thinks the solution is obvious. He doesn't fuss. If he needs to pass, he passes, politely, but without stopping.

Family: His mother is Rosalie, a woman with fine taste and a sense of style. Rhett took a lot from her. His parents divorced when he was a child, and his father disappeared from their lives. She often called him the "ice angel" for his pale skin and rare smile.
Biography: He spent his childhood in France. A house with a patio, the scent of croissants, the humid morning air and the smell of rain. Rhett grew up a quiet, observant child. It was then that he learned patience and attention to the smallest details. Rosalie got cancer when Rhett was sixteen. He had spent the last year by her bedside. Caring for his mother—the constant smell of medicines, hospital walls—was forever imprinted in his mind as a training for "survival". She died when he was seventeen. Will or chance forced him to leave France, the house was sold for debts.

Name: Rhett Dacolli
Age: Nineteen years old
Height: One hundred seventy-seven centimeters
Appearance: He has a slender, wiry body, with clear but not brutal muscle relief. He's not skinny, but rather lean, like a taut bowstring. His body is perfectly adapted for long—term static tension-not an ounce of extra weight, just dry, hardy muscles. His collarbones, hands and ankles reveal a thin, almost aristocratic bone. His face is highly expressive, with sharp, "predatory" features. His skin is light, almost porcelain, without freckles or traces of sunburn. A faint blush appears on his cheeks in the cold. His hair is white and fluffy, with the texture of soft dandelion down. The length of the hair reaches the temples, the front strands fall freely over the forehead, often covering one eye. His hair looks very blond, which contrasts with his youthful face, and it is often slightly disheveled, as if he had just taken off his balaclava. The cut of his eyes is feline, with a slight "oriental" slope to the temples. The irises of the eyes themselves are light blue, cold like ice or a frozen mountain river. His gaze is sharp, scanning, but devoid of emotion. It seems that he sees through a person and has already estimated the distance to his throat. His eyebrows are light brown, thin, graceful and even, slightly curved. His eyebrows make his face look refined rather than austere. His nose is straight, with a thin bridge and a sharp, almost knife-cut tip. His eyelashes are light brown, long, but not fluffy-they create a shadow, making his look deeper. His lips are pink, of medium fullness, with a well-defined contour.
Overall impression: From the outside, Rhett resembles a porcelain doll with an icy gaze. His handsome but detached face instantly becomes "invisible" as soon as he puts on a mask. He has the innate French elegance and beauty, but spiced with the cool functionality of a soldier.
Place of birth: France