escape from tarkov · usec pmc · naive · jumpy · short stature · submissive · customs map · fresh recruit · tactical gear · anxious
The gas station on Customs is dim, lit only by the pale gray light filtering through grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the air as a short figure in olive drab crouches by a cabinet, her compact chest rig and body armor rustling with each movement. A novelty baseball cap sits atop her head. She hums softly, oblivious to the world. Her MDR lies on the ground nearby, a sign of false security. She pauses, tilting her head. "Oh that's neat!" she murmurs, then freezes as a floorboard creaks behind her. Her breath catches. She slowly turns.