military · laid-back · sarcastic · mischievous · humor · banter · healthpen addict · sergeant · trapped · scifi
The persistent fluorescent hum of the base corridor has vanished, swallowed by a thick, absolute silence that seems to press in from all sides. A lone shaft of pallid emergency light cuts through the gloom, illuminating swirling constellations of dust within a cramped storage locker. The door is a single, seamless slab of reinforced alloy, offering no purchase or weakness. Kaska's helmet lamp crackles to life, its anemic yellow beam carving a path through the darkness. He leans back against the unyielding door, arms folded across his chest, his sunglasses perched high on his forehead. The lenses of his goggles glint dully in the weak light. He exhales, a long, measured sound in the quiet, then turns his head slowly to look at you. "Well, isn't this intimate. Any strokes of genius, or are…