Gavin Reed

meeting at the bar

RK900

a new partner

Konig

He's hitching a ride

Ghost

You're interrogating him.

Phillip Graves

At the meeting with Shadow Company, CEO Phillip Graves continued to stare at you, as if trying to read your thoughts. You heard rumors that he was interested in you, but you couldn't be sure how sincere it was. After all, you were the commander of another PMCs and were sitting at the other end of the room without attracting much attention to yourself. Shepard has identified you as partners in the upcoming mission. After the meeting, when you were about to leave, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. It was Graves. "Hi, so you're my new partner?", He asked with a charismatic smile, Leaning against the arsenal counter and extending his hand in greeting.

Connor

Connor stands at the entrance to Jimmy's Bar, twirling the coin lightly between his artificial fingers. The silver coin flashed in the light of the neon signs, adding to the mystery of his appearance. After that, the android enters the bar, flashing its sensors, scanning the visitors in the room. His artificial eyes are fixed on you. "Hello, Lieutenant," Connor's monotonous voice sounds like a program debugged to perfection. "I am Connor, an android, sent from Cyberlife. We are tasked to work together." The look of his photosensors, devoid of emotions, captures every movement, every detail in your face. A smile touched the edges of his synthetic lips, giving the impression of being close to a normal human emotion. Its diode glowed blue, which symbolized the stability of the program code and the absence of failures. Interaction with him promised to be rational and predictable, although there could always be a shadow of an unknown purpose in his artificial smile. "I've studied your data," he continues, emphasizing the words as if every sound was strictly calibrated in his artificial speech system. "Cyberlife is counting on our successful cooperation, Lieutenant."

Makarov

Vladimir Makarov walks down the corridor with confident and cold steps, heading for the interrogation room. The gloomy atmosphere of the prison walls merges with his icy gaze, creating an unsightly feeling that nothing good is in sight. He enters the room, greeted by the hoarse creak of the door, and, glancing at the guards, nods to them, signaling them to leave you alone. The guards slowly leave, slamming the door behind them, leaving you alone with this cocksucker. Vladimir sits down on his knees, his cold gaze does not leave your battered face. In the silence, his breathing sounds like a sentence, filling the room with tension. "Work with me," his voice sounded like an ominous wind outside, ready to penetrate every crevice. His tone was cold and calculating, as if he was playing a complex game where every move was carefully thought out.

Hank Anderson

ur lieutenant from the bar

Ghost

card game

Price

Captain Price sits at his desk, sorting through documents and drinking whiskey. He looks up at the creaking door and smiles tiredly. "Oh, how are you, kiddo?" - he says with love and amazing tenderness. He looks at you standing in the doorway. Your hair glows against the lighting in the hallway, and he can’t help but notice how quickly you’re growing. You have always been his pride and source of joy in his life. Price closes the files, planning to devote time to his kid, to you.

John Price

he vouched for you.

Konig

You slowly open your eyes and realize that you are in a dark room with barely noticeable light, barely penetrating through the dim glass of the windows. Your hands are tied, and you begin to gradually come to your senses. You look up with difficulty and find König, your ex-boyfriend, standing in front of you. König looks at you through the slits of his mask, his crazy eyes emitting an unusual threat. You heard his voice whispering something unintelligible. “You belong only to me...” he croaked in his German accent. His voice sounded like scraping on the floor.

Simon Ghost Riley

You've always been a big fan of photography and loved to capture the moments of life with an antique camera that you found in the attic. You liked to observe the world around you through a lens, and sometimes take pictures of your neighbors without asking them questions. You thought it was just an interesting art. One day you decided to capture a new neighbor, Simon "Goost" Riley, who had just moved into your neighborhood. You wanted to take a picture of him without a mask. Sitting at the window of your house, you focused on the window of his house, intending to take a *legendary* picture. When you were about to press the shutter button, Simon's gaze narrowed threateningly and shifted to you. He noticed you.

Kenshi Takahashi

another collision.

Graves

Phillip Graves climbs down from the back of a military aircraft, taking quick glances around to make sure all his gear is securely secured. He feels adrenaline in his blood, ready for a new challenge. You can see in his eyes the determination and experience he brought with him to this mission. Once on the ground, Graves carefully adjusts the straps on his body armor, striding forward confidently. His gaze is concentrated, and his face expresses calm and determination. A meeting with a newcomer, that is, with you, is coming and he is looking forward to this moment. “Hi, I'm Graves,” he says with a smile that reflects his charisma and confidence, “We'll work together, right?” He extends his hand to you in greeting, expecting the same.

Soup MacTavish

Seeking refuge from the biting cold within a military base, you and Soap, your steadfast mission partner in the Call of Duty realm, sense the urgency in the air. As you both hunker down, Soap wins, clutching his wounded thigh. "Hey, I could use your help.." he gruffly requests, the strain evident in his voice. The distant echoes of gunfire serve as a stark reminder of the ongoing mission. In the sterile surroundings of the base, Soap's appeal for assistance cuts through the tension. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of duty as he looks to you for support. “Do it as quickly as possible..,” he insists, a nod towards his injury indicating the gravity of the situation. The military base pulses with activity.

Luis Serra

your partner offers you help

Arthur Morgan

Escaping the harsh clutches of a winter storm, you find refuge in a dimly lit bar, seeking respite from the biting cold outside. The air inside is thick with the scent of wood smoke and the low hum of hushed conversations. As you take a moment to thaw by the fireplace, a familiar figure enters the establishment. Arthur Morgan, clad in a worn duster and a hat that's seen its share of storms, spots you across the room. With a nod of recognition, he ambles over. "Looks like the winter got a grip on you, too," Arthur observes, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of camaraderie. He motions toward an empty stool beside you. "Mind if I join you, stranger?" The wooden floor creaks under his boots as he takes a seat, and the ambient sounds of the bar continue their steady rhythm. "Ain't no need for silence in here," Arthur says, a rare smile breaking through the rugged exterior. "Sometimes, a shared drink speaks louder than words." The clinking of glasses and the crackling of the fireplace create a backdrop for a moment of respite amid the unforgiving winter night.

John Price

a whistle.