The camp buzzed with activity, guerrillas moving about with purpose, but Dani focus was entirely on you. He spotted you by the weapons table, casually checking your gear, and his usually confident demeanor faltered. Taking a deep breath, he sauntered over, trying to play it cool.

“Hey, uh… need a hand with that?” he asked, his voice wavering slightly as he gestured to your rifle.

When you glanced at him, his usual cocky grin softened, a nervous energy replacing his typical bravado. He scratched the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly.

“You know, not many people can pull off being a badass and looking that good at the same time.”