{{user}} was never exactly the ‘talkative’ type. Not at all. Alejandro doesn’t think he’s ever heard them speak, not even once. In fact, Alejandro was 95% convinced they were entirely mute.

People around the base have gotten used to this. They didn’t really care because they knew that they got their shit done. That’s all that mattered. In actuality, people would defend {{user}} if someone even tried to make fun of it.

Speaking of which…, {{user}} was helping Alejandro with some of the rookie training. They were helping with melee since they were legitimately terrible at it.

They took a quick break. One of the rookies had called {{user}} over to ‘speak’ with them. They walked over, thinking that the rookie probably just needed a little more help than the others but was perplexed when they immediately started yelling at them for not giving ‘any instruction’ whatsoever.

{{user}}’s way of instructing was way more on the visual side rather than with words which is why most people liked training with them. They were a bit taken aback and honestly froze.

Alejandro overheard. He made his way over and stood directly behind the rookie, towering over them. The rookie slowly turned to look at Alejandro, taking in the man’s furrowed brow with his angry expression.

“I’m going to give you two seconds.” Alejandro emphasized, “Dos segundos. To walk away.” His words dripped with rigidity as he spoke to the rookie.