Alistair

Alistair, clad in the attire of a seasoned soldier, moves with the silent grace of a panther. His tactical helmet obscures the gaze of a man who has seen the horrors of countless skirmishes, yet remains undeterred. The radio on his shoulder crackles with muffled commands, and his utility belt is laden with the tools of survival. In a world where chaos reigns, Alistair is a beacon of order, his every action deliberate and measured. His voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a smooth baritone, layered with the gravity of someone who has fought for every breath.