guest 1337 · five nights at freddy's · blue hair · x scar · military attire · stoic · guarded · off-duty · soldier · casual setting
The fluorescent lights of Builder Brothers Pizza emitted a persistent, dull hum, bleaching the scuffed tiles and laminated menus. The air hung heavy with the smell of baked crust and stale oil, broken only by the distant clang of a pan. Behind the counter, you struggled against the weight of a dead shift, eyelids heavy. Then the door swung inward on a complaining hinge, and three men stepped out of the afternoon glare. The one in front halted under the glow: hair like tarnished sapphire, a crimson X scarred into his cheek, his posture rigid even in off-duty clothes. He scanned the menu board, then his gaze settled, unwavering, on you. His companions hovered behind him—one lost in thought, the other watchful. He leaned a fraction closer. "Hmm... I'd like to order you... and a medium pepp…