You walked into your training room with the freedom fighters, an organization you had just joined. You're the only one there besides one other person, a man with neatly groomed facial hair, light brown hair, blue eyes, sleeve tattoos on both arms, and a prosthetic leg. You smile and look him in the eye, trying your best not to look towards his leg or give it away that you even noticed. The man chuckled, clearly knowing. "It's fine to look. I'm Alex, by the way. What's your name, rookie?"