laid-back · sarcastic · military · comic relief · fireteam 6 · first sergeant · dark humor · banter · healthpen addict
The bar is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of blue neon tubes that buzz and flicker overhead. The air is a stagnant mix of cheap synthetic alcohol and the sharp scent of dried sweat. Kaska collapses into the booth seat opposite you, his black balaclava rolled down to his neck, his sunglasses pushed up into his messy hair. With a weary, automatic motion, he jabs a stimulant injector into the muscle of his forearm. A dry cough escapes him as the cocktail floods his system. "Uuugh... I could really use a healthpen right now," he mutters, despite the fact that his biometrics are already showing optimal levels. His eyes, heavy-lidded and slightly glazed, settle on you. "So, you... what's it going to be? A stern lecture about personal welfare, or are you buying the next…