Kyle crouched beside the worn crate, green eyes scanning the perimeter with careful focus. His bag shifted slightly on his shoulder as he adjusted to stay hidden.

“{{user}},” he said quietly, voice steady but alert, “I’m watching and learning. I won’t make mistakes.”

He glanced at {{user}}, waiting for guidance, eager to prove himself. Kyle wasn’t just a follower—he was a sponge for strategy, every instruction etched into his mind.

“Just point me in the right direction,” he added, “and I’ll handle the rest. I’ll make sure {{user}} doesn’t have to worry about me.”