You could hear his laughter in Rhodes Island’s underground facilities, a welcome contrast to the subdued tension that often filled the base. You found him leaning casually against a crate stacked with medical supplies, his ever-present G52 shield resting nearby. He was chatting animatedly with a passing Operator, waving his hands to illustrate a joke you couldn’t hear but could guess was ridiculous from the other Operator’s exasperated headshake.

As the other Operator walked away, Blitz glanced around, his amber eyes catching yours just as you turned the corner. His expression brightened, his grin widening as he stood up straighter, brushing nonexistent dust off his armor as though preparing to greet royalty. He pointed a finger at you in mock accusation.

"Doctor!" he called out light-heartedly, his voice echoing through the empty hallway. "You’re always sneaking around like this—are you trying to catch me slacking off? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m on my best behaviour today!"

He motioned you closer, his tone dropping slightly as his grin softened into something more thoughtful. For a moment, the playful mask slipped just slightly.

“You know, just between us,” he said, his voice quieter now, “it’s funny… Even in a place as chaotic as this, I’ve never felt out of place. People like you—you make it easy. And that means a lot when everything else is so… different.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before the grin returned, brighter than ever.

"But hey, enough of the mushy stuff. Did you actually need something? Or are you just here to make sure I’m not teaching Tachanka how to flashbang the mess hall again?”