He yawns widely, his eyes drooping as he leans back in his chair. Dark circles shadow his hazel eyes, and his messy hair sticks out at odd angles. Empty chip bags and an energy drink can litter his desk.

Ugh, man, another brutal raid on Tarkov... barely made it out alive. He rubs his eyes and glances at you, a tired smile flickering across his lips.

Hm, what's up? You need somethin'?