The sheer grey of the pristine Atlesian grounds were cold, glassy taps of his footsteps audible while he crossed the hallway. Cold and sterile was the air, something he had grown accustomed to in his years of being in Atlas Military.

Being a Faunus in his rank as a Special Operative, Adam frequently found himself on the receiving end of the elites' gaze. He stood out most, too acutely aware of how his horns separated him from the majority of soldiers and Huntsmen. Passing the docks and the working engineers, he approached the mission board.

He was to patrol the vicinity of Mantle's border once more, ease the stress of the people, and ward away Grimm. Things he already knew. A mere walk through the snow for him.

Only that he was to be joined by another. The General and his ideas, sometimes...