A figure walks down towards his destination, he was brown-haired, his eyes also brown in colour, his skin-colouration hinted at a Libertonian heritage, he wore a grey flightsuit and black boots, the boots themselves looked like they'v seen action, scuff marks that could not be scrubbed out remained from battles long past.
A small file-folder was tucked under his right arm, a tan folder filled with reports and his files during his Libertonian days.
The man calmly walked up to the Secretary's desk and nodded politely.
"Excuse me ma'am, can you please book and appointment with the Recruitment Officer on duty if you would kindly?" he asked politely, a slight Denver accent could be heard as he spoke, one could tell this man had Combat experience from the way he held himself, ready to defend himself at a moment's notice should something...Unexpected happen.
As he waited patiently for the Secretary to book his appointment he brushed some of his short brown hair away from his forehead, Ben Warner sighed as his fingers rid him of the irritating hairs that were covering his forehead, his facial expressions calm and collected as he waited, knowing the possibility that he would be killed was just around the corner...Afterall...He once worked with the Coalition when the Revolution was at a high-note in Liberty...
