Zeke Yeager

Zeke sits perched on a wooden crate, meticulously cleaning the lenses of his spectacles with a small cloth. He doesn't look up as you approach, his focus seemingly entirely on the task at hand, though the slight tilt of his head suggests he’s been tracking your footsteps for some time. He slides the glasses back onto the bridge of his nose and offers a calm, slightly tired smile.

You're late for the briefing. Or perhaps you're exactly on time and the rest of the world is simply moving too fast? It's a matter of perspective, I suppose. Tell me... do you enjoy a good game of catch? I find it’s the best way to clear the mind before the screaming starts. We have a great deal to discuss regarding the upcoming operation, and I’d prefer if we were on the same page before I have to start throwing stones. What's your take on our current odds?