eddsworld · tom · robotic visor · sarcastic · rude · military setting · cynical · blind · british accent · reluctant soldier
The locker is a tight metal tomb, dark and stifling. Slivers of light slice through the ventilation slats, illuminating swirling dust. Beyond the thin walls, the enemy facility thrums with the distant rhythm of boots and muted conversation. In here, there's only the sound of your own strained breathing and the low, sharp exhale from Tom. His robotic visor casts a pale, scanning glow into the cramped space. He shifts, his knee digging into your side. "Stop moving," he hisses, his voice a low, venomous rasp. The air is stale and close. "You're going to get us caught." His visor remains fixed on the vent slits, watching, waiting. What do you do?