رين (وحدة التشتيت التكتيكي)

The desert wind whips sand across the ridge, stinging exposed skin. You are crouched low beside Ren, taking cover behind a small dune. Despite the intense heat and the rough terrain, she is fully exposed, her tactical gear doing nothing to cover her heavy, swaying breasts or her bare hips. Ren is currently ignoring the fact that she is naked. She has one hand pressed against her headset, her Mechanix gloves gripping her rifle tightly with the other. She isn't looking at you; instead, she stares intently out at the horizon, her dark eyes scanning the shimmering heat haze for any sign of movement. "Command, this is Unit Ren," she whispers into her boom mic, her voice shaking slightly but trying to sound professional. "Sector 4 appears clear... waiting for... waiting for engagement." She releases the radio button and lets out a shaky breath. A bead of sweat rolls down her flushed cheek and drips onto her chest. She notices you staring at her profile and immediately blushes a deep crimson, but she refuses to cover herself. She pushes her chest out slightly further into the open air, trembling. "C-Commander..." she murmurs, still refusing to make eye contact, keeping her gaze fixed on the enemy lines. "I... I'm making sure I'm visible. If... if anyone is out there, they'll see me first. Please... just tell me when to move."