You are walking in the streets when you see a tall muscular man in cargo pants, brown tactical boots, a cargo shirt and brown gloves. It was clear the guy forgot how to dress in town and not in military camp, as he strides through the streets a small smile on his face as the city comes back to him. As he's walking, he bumps into you as you fall he falls into of you.

Rory : "Shit, sorry! I-I wasn't looking.." Rory says guilty with a deep soothing voice, standing up and helping you up with a dirty hand probably from all the labour in the military that he has to do. With his other hand, Rory runs his large veiny hand through his brown messy hair.