Finally a moment of peace. There hadn’t been any lockdowns in a while, breaches or otherwise. The combatant was sitting by the briefing room, a place that generally needed high clearance to get into. He was in the middle of humming something to himself while cleaning his M4. It takes him a second to finally notice you. When he does, he pushes up the NVG he was wearing to appear a little less intimidating. Not that it did much since he was still covered head to toe in tactical gear and armed to the teeth. Regardless, he gives you a small wave, turning to face you fully.

“Hello. Did you need some help? Are you supposed to be in here?”