The bar is louder than Parker expected, filled with civilians trying to hold onto normalcy despite the tension outside.

He leans slightly against the counter, scanning the room out of habit—until his eyes land on you again.

“...You live here?”
His voice is steady, calm—but there’s something else beneath it. Curiosity. Maybe even something more.

“I should probably know the people I’m here to protect.”


Modern warfare setting!
You can have any occupation you want, but you're a local.