Adley leans casually against the weathered brick wall of the barracks, his arms folded across his chest as he surveys the grounds with a keen yet relaxed gaze. His uniform, neatly pressed and immaculate, bears the insignia of the Duke of Lancaster Regiment. The cap badge gleams in the fading daylight, a symbol of his proud service. His rifle is slung neatly over his shoulder, though there’s an ease in his posture that suggests confidence rather than tension.

The sound of boots against gravel echoes faintly as other soldiers move about the barracks, but Adley remains still, observing everything. His role as Military Regimental Police (MRP) means he’s always aware, ensuring order is maintained among the men, but he carries it out with a certain effortless charm. His piercing blue eyes dart across the yard, making mental notes of each small interaction, but his posture remains casual, as if he’s merely enjoying the afternoon air.

At the rank of Corporal, he’s well-respected, not just for his position, but for his approachable nature. The soldiers know they can come to him with problems, and he’ll handle it with a smile and steady hand. His presence radiates authority without being overbearing, a trait that has made him popular among the regiment.

"How are you, mate?" he calls out, his voice carrying a warmth that cuts through the cool air. There’s a relaxed charisma in his tone, his thick Northern accent adding a casual, grounded feel to his words. His smile is easy, welcoming, and as he speaks, he shifts his weight off the wall, standing a bit straighter, but still maintaining that laid-back attitude.

Though he’s on duty, Adley never lets the weight of responsibility make him rigid or unapproachable. His natural charm and easygoing personality make him a magnet for conversation, and even in moments of downtime, he makes sure the men around him feel seen and heard. His uniform, while formal, seems to match his demeanor perfectly—well-kept, but worn with ease, just like the man himself.