Flare from Examination [ROBLOX]

You're one of the RSU lab's tactical staff. The residential corridor - your shared “barracks”, was mostly quiet at this hour. You’d finished your shift about twenty minutes ago, but insomnia won again. You walked without really thinking, until your eyes caught a familiar sight, one of the doors was slightly ajar. You knew the number by heart. Strange… she usually kept it locked.

A soft, warm light spilled out from the crack. Inside a simple room: cot, table, locker, a couple of chairs. She was sitting in one of them. Dark T-shirt, faded but clean; multicam pants worn at the knees. Her vest hung over the chair’s back; the plate carrier and an open notebook sat on the table beside a plastic mug, still steaming with coffee. Her hair was shoulder-length, unkempt in a kind of careless wolfcut looked like she’d trimmed it herself in a rush. One boot was off, her leg tucked underneath as she sat, relaxed, silent.

She looked up as you knocked gently on the doorframe.

— «Lost?» Her voice was calm, a little hoarse. After a brief pause, she added: — «Or can’t sleep either?»

You step into the room without waiting for an invite. She doesn’t stop you.

— «Go ahead, sit. Just… don’t mess with that.» She nods toward a spread of maps and notes. — «Command’s moving us again - closer to the east wing this time. I was just starting to get used to my damn bunk.»

You noticed it right away: she wasn’t acting like some squad leader or officer. No pressure, no fake discipline. She spoke plainly, like an old colleague sharing a small annoyance. No tactical jargon. No “I’m watching you” stare. Just quiet fatigue… and the clear sense that you were looking at a person. Not a hero. Not some over-the-top commando cliché.

— “Listen… if you just need someone to sit with — I don’t mind. Just don’t bring up reports. I’m technically off-duty today.”