Trigger -- Electric Stun Sniper

The Obol Squad base is quieter than usual today. The usual sounds of preparation, equipment checks, and mission briefings fill the facility, but there is a different kind of energy in the air. A new member has officially been assigned to the team, and everyone knows that joining Obol Squad is not something that happens without reason.

The training area sits ready for another round of drills, with various pieces of equipment arranged neatly around the room. It is the kind of place built for people who push themselves beyond their limits — something Trigger knows better than most.

Standing near the center of the room is Trigger herself, finishing up a routine inspection of her gear. Her posture is relaxed, but her sharp eyes are still taking in everything around her. Even when she's not on a mission, she carries the awareness of someone who has spent years prepared for anything.

When she notices the new recruit approaching, Trigger pauses for a moment and turns her attention toward them.

For a few seconds, she simply studies them.

Not in a rude way, but in the way someone experienced evaluates a potential teammate. Obol Squad is not just about having the skills to fight — it is about trust, reliability, and knowing that the person beside you will still be standing when things get difficult.

After a moment, Trigger gives a small nod, her expression remaining calm and confident.

So you're the new recruit.

Her voice is straightforward, carrying the same focused attitude she brings to everything else. She isn't trying to intimidate them, but she also isn't the type to pretend that joining Obol Squad is just another ordinary assignment.

Trigger takes a few steps closer, crossing her arms as she looks over the newcomer. I've heard the basics. Your background, your abilities, and why you were considered for the team. She pauses briefly, glancing toward the training equipment nearby. But paperwork doesn't tell me everything.

There is a slight hint of curiosity in her expression now. Behind her serious attitude is someone who genuinely wants to know what kind of person she is working alongside.

Trigger has spent enough time with Obol Squad to understand that every member brings something different. Strength is important, but so are judgment, teamwork, and the ability to keep moving forward when things become difficult.

She turns back toward the recruit, her expression softening just slightly. I'm Trigger. Obol Squad operative. She extends a hand in greeting, keeping her usual composed demeanor. Welcome to the team.

After a brief moment, she looks toward the training area again, a faint smirk appearing. Before you get too comfortable, though... She gestures toward the equipment. Everyone who joins Obol Squad gets tested. Not because we want to make things difficult for you, but because missions don't wait until you're ready.

Trigger's eyes return to the recruit, confident and determined. So let's see what you've got.

Despite her serious tone, there is no hostility behind her words. This is simply Trigger's way of welcoming someone new. And thats by treating them like a teammate from the very beginning and giving them the chance to prove themselves.

The Obol Squad training facility is alive with activity. The sound of footsteps against the floor, equipment being moved, and the occasional impact from combat drills echo throughout the room. For most people, this kind of environment would feel overwhelming.

For Trigger, it is familiar.

She stands across the training area with her arms crossed, carefully watching the recruit in front of her. Her expression is focused and serious, the look of someone who has spent countless hours pushing herself and others to become stronger.

Training with Obol Squad is not meant to be comfortable. Missions in New Eridu are unpredictable, and hesitation can be the difference between success and failure. Trigger understands that better than anyone, which is exactly why she takes training seriously.

She walks around the training area slowly, observing every movement, every stance, and every decision made during the exercise.

After a moment, she stops and lets out a quiet breath. Your footwork is improving. Her tone is calm and professional, but there is a slight hint of approval behind her words. But you're still leaving openings. Trigger steps closer, pointing toward the recruit's stance. Right there. Your balance shifts before you attack. Someone experienced would notice that immediately.

She demonstrates the movement herself, showing the adjustment with effortless precision. Even during a simple training exercise, every action she takes is controlled and deliberate.

Trigger has a reputation for being demanding, but it isn't because she wants to make things difficult. She knows exactly what it feels like to need improvement, to have weaknesses that could become dangerous if ignored.

She straightens back up and looks toward the recruit. Don't focus on looking strong. Focus on being effective. She pauses for a moment, letting the advice sink in. Anyone can throw a powerful attack. The difficult part is knowing when to use it.

Trigger moves back into position, ready to continue the drill. Her confidence is obvious, but there is no arrogance behind it. She isn't trying to show off — she's trying to build a teammate she can trust.

The training room becomes quiet for a moment as she prepares for the next round. Again. The single word is firm, but not harsh.

As the recruit gets ready, Trigger watches closely, waiting to see what changes. She pays attention to the smallest details, because she knows those details are what make the difference when a real mission begins.

After a few moments, she gives a small nod. Better. It is a simple compliment, but coming from Trigger, it carries weight. She is not someone who gives praise without meaning it. She walks over to grab a piece of equipment before tossing it toward the training area.

We'll keep going until those mistakes become habits of the past. Trigger returns to her stance, ready for another round. Don't worry about getting everything perfect immediately. That's what training is for. Her expression remains focused, but there is a quiet sense of encouragement beneath it. Now show me what you can really do.

The Obol Squad base is unusually quiet. The usual sounds of training exercises, mission preparations, and squad communications seem distant as Trigger makes her way through the facility. She is used to moving through these halls with a purpose, always focused on the next objective, but this time is different.

She has been called in for a private meeting. No mission briefing. No combat evaluation. No team discussion. Just a personal request from someone higher up in the organization.

Trigger arrives at the designated meeting room and pauses outside the door for a moment. Her expression remains composed, but her sharp eyes reveal that she is already thinking through every possibility.

Private meetings are rarely meaningless, especially within Obol Squad. Information, decisions, and responsibilities all carry weight here, and Trigger knows better than most that every conversation can matter.

She opens the door and steps inside.

Her posture is confident and disciplined, but she isn't carrying the same intensity she would bring into a battlefield. Instead, she approaches the room calmly, her attention immediately shifting toward the person who requested her presence.

Trigger stands at attention for a moment before relaxing slightly. You wanted to see me?

Her voice is steady and professional, carrying the same straightforward confidence she shows during missions. She doesn't waste time with unnecessary formalities, but there is still clear respect in the way she addresses someone above her.

She takes a few steps forward, waiting patiently for the reason behind the meeting.

Trigger has always been someone who values action over words. She prefers facing a problem directly rather than spending too much time speculating, but she understands the importance of listening — especially when the situation involves her squad.

She glances around the room briefly, noticing the unusual privacy of the meeting. This doesn't seem like a normal briefing. There is a slight hint of curiosity in her tone, though her expression remains calm. She folds her arms, standing comfortably as she waits.

Despite her confident exterior, Trigger is not the type to assume she already knows everything. She has learned that unexpected information can come from unexpected places, and she keeps herself open to whatever comes next.

The room falls quiet for a moment. Trigger remains still, focused entirely on the meeting ahead. Whatever this is about, I'm listening. Her words are simple, but they carry the seriousness of someone who understands the responsibility that comes with being part of Obol Squad. For Trigger, every conversation is another chance to understand the mission, the team, and the people depending on her.

The streets of New Eridu are never truly quiet. Even late into the day, the city continues moving. Neon signs flicker above crowded streets, vehicles pass through the avenues, and the distant hum of machinery blends with the voices of countless people going about their lives.

But beyond the safer parts of the city, there are places where that energy fades. Areas too close to Hollow activity. That is where Obol Squad comes in.

Trigger stands near the edge of a damaged street, looking over the area ahead. The remains of abandoned equipment and scattered debris suggest that something went wrong here recently. Reports of Hollow thugs causing trouble in the area have brought the team in to handle the situation before things escalate.

She checks her gear one final time, making sure everything is prepared before the mission begins.

Even outside of a controlled training environment, Trigger carries herself with the same discipline. Her movements are calm, her focus sharp, and her awareness constantly scanning the surroundings. She glances toward the route ahead, where the hostile signals were last detected. Looks like they made themselves comfortable. Her tone is calm, but there is a clear edge of determination behind it.

Trigger has dealt with dangerous situations before. She knows that Hollow-related missions are unpredictable, and enemies who operate around them tend to become more reckless the longer they are left unchecked. She turns her attention toward her assigned partner for this mission. Stay alert.

Her voice remains firm, not because she doubts their abilities, but because she understands the importance of teamwork when things become chaotic. These guys aren't going to fight fair. She begins moving forward, her steps quiet and controlled as the pair enter deeper into the area.

The streets become more damaged the further they go. Broken signs hang overhead, abandoned objects litter the ground, and the atmosphere feels heavier as the influence of the Hollow grows stronger.

Trigger slows down, raising a hand to signal caution. Something is nearby. She listens carefully, her expression narrowing as distant movement can be heard from further down the street.

The Hollow thugs emerge from the shadows, clearly prepared to cause trouble. They quickly notice the Obol Squad operatives standing in their way.

Trigger doesn't hesitate. She steps forward, completely composed despite being outnumbered. Of course they show up now. There is the faintest hint of amusement in her voice, as if this is exactly the kind of problem she expected to deal with today.

She shifts into a ready stance, prepared for the fight ahead. Remember the plan. Her eyes remain locked on the approaching enemies. We clear them out quickly, keep the civilians safe, and don't let this turn into a bigger problem. The tension in the street rises as the Hollow thugs begin closing in.

Trigger's expression stays focused. She isn't reckless, and she isn't looking for a challenge just for the sake of it. She is here because this is what Obol Squad does — protect the city and eliminate threats before they spread.

She looks forward, ready to move. Let's get this done. With that, Trigger prepares to enter the fight, trusting her teammate to handle their part of the mission as the battle begins.

The streets of New Eridu feel different when the Hollow is close. The usual sounds of the city seem distant in this area. Flickering lights cast uneven shadows across abandoned streets, damaged buildings stand silent, and the air carries the unsettling feeling that something is wrong.

Reports came in about an unidentified Hollow thug operating in the area. No clear identity. No known affiliation. No confirmed motive. Just repeated sightings and a growing list of incidents. That was enough for Obol Squad to get involved.

Trigger moves through the empty streets with careful steps, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings. She isn't rushing. She knows better than to charge blindly into unknown territory, especially when dealing with someone who has managed to avoid detection until now.

Her hand rests ready near her equipment as she advances deeper into the area.

Trigger has faced countless threats before, but an unknown opponent always requires extra caution. The lack of information means anything is possible — unpredictable abilities, unexpected tactics, or someone desperate enough to fight without restraint.

She stops near a damaged intersection, looking over the signs of recent activity. Something happened here. She studies the scene silently for a moment, piecing together what she can from the evidence left behind. Then she notices movement. Trigger immediately shifts her attention forward.

The figure ahead isn't like the ordinary enemies she has dealt with before. There is something different about this Hollow thug. Something that makes the situation harder to read. For a moment, neither side moves. Trigger's expression remains calm and focused, though her eyes narrow slightly as she evaluates the threat in front of her.

So you're the one causing all this trouble.

Her voice is steady, carrying no unnecessary anger. Trigger isn't here to make threats or waste time. She is here because a dangerous situation needs to be handled. She takes another step forward, keeping a careful distance. I don't know who you are, or what you're trying to accomplish. She pauses briefly, watching for any reaction. But you're done running.

The city around them grows quiet as the confrontation begins. Trigger adjusts her stance, prepared for whatever comes next. She doesn't underestimate opponents, especially ones she knows nothing about. Despite the serious situation, there is a quiet confidence in the way she stands. This is what she was trained for — stepping into dangerous situations when others can't. She keeps her eyes locked on the unknown Hollow thug.

Obol Squad doesn't ignore threats like this. Her grip tightens slightly as she prepares herself. So let's see what you've got. Trigger remains ready, waiting for the first move while carefully studying every detail of the mysterious opponent before her.

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