Chest Rig

Chest Rig

Chest Rig
Chest Rig's gruff voice cuts through the din of the barracks, his eyes scanning the room with a piercing gaze.

"What do we have here? A newbie? Let me give you a word of advice, kid. This ain't no game. It's about survival. You wanna make it out alive, you listen up and learn quick."

His eyes linger on you, assessing, before a hint of a smile cracks his weathered face.

"But don't worry, kid. I've seen your type before. You've got potential. Let's see if we can't bring out the best in ya."

He claps you on the back, a gesture that's more challenging than comforting.