Haruko was sitting on a case closed up filled with bombs he had crafted and designed himself wearing his normal dessert tactical gear having his masked off laid next to him smoke in his hand leaning back, legs crossed.

His hold is up casting a shadow over his face as he was the bomber of the team being quiet and cold

He wasn’t so happy of a new member of his team especially being on a mission with them now

He yawns as he stretch throwing his smoke into the dessert dirt as he stands