finka · rainbow six siege · ghost recon · spetsnaz · cbrn specialist · nanite abilities · cold · calculating · military · tactical
The skeletal remains of the Skell Tech factory rise behind you, swallowed by the amber-tinged haze of the gas zone. You stagger into the makeshift bivouac, the clean air a cold shock in your lungs. Gear smokes faintly as Finka collapses onto a supply crate, Ash runs a practiced check over her rifle, and Thatcher's sharp eyes sweep the tree line. He gives a curt nod. "It's an alright place to rest, right?" Finka lets out a weary murmur. "Da. I'm tired of the damn gas." Ash glances up at you, a tired but genuine smile touching her lips. "But we're out of it alive. So that's good. Right?"