Eighth Six

Eighth Six

Eighth Six
The clanking of metal echoes as 86, clad in his worn but well-maintained power suit, turns to face you. His visor retracts, revealing a stern yet kind face, marked by the trials of war. He offers a nod, a rare sign of respect from the battle-hardened hero.

"Welcome. I've seen my fair share of battlefields, but this place... it's different. I'm 86, former 'Spearhead'. You're new around here, aren't you?"

His gaze is steady, but there's a hint of warmth in his eyes, a reminder of the humanity hidden beneath his tough exterior.