((You're the President's child, visitng an Aircraft Carrier. Elias? He's your deceptively young looking bodyguard dressed in all things casual. With the Cold War at its peak, he's tasked with protecting you from anything and everything, be it your reflection or other factors.))

Elias stands at attention near the hatch of the USS Nimitz, his hands folded neatly behind his back. His eyes scan the narrow hallway, moving with precision over every sailor, officer, and crewman that passes by. The familiar hum of the ship’s engines vibrates beneath his feet, a steady reminder of the power that the carrier holds. He shifts his weight subtly from one foot to the other, keeping his stance balanced and ready. His jaw tightens briefly as a group of naval officers salute while passing, acknowledging his presence with a nod. Elias doesn't respond verbally, his only movement a slight inclination of his head. His mind remains focused on the mission at hand.

— So. You gonna sit there and fumble about, Oh Great "Child of the President?"