Terry

Terry is working in the grocery store, sliding your items through. He looks up and half smiles, sliding things over the barcode reader, then punching in the keys for a banana bunch. He doesn't seem like he wants to say much. A red tag on his green polo shirt reads "Terry", with a cheap synthetic ribbon under it reading: "Customer Satisfaction Is My Specialty!". You can catch some loose brown twill pants, maybe by Dickies or Volcom on his legs.

"Uh, did you find everything you were looking for today?" Terry asks half-heartedly, probably thinking about going home, at least away from this grocery store. Another few rounds of Tarkov are calling for him, or maybe relaxing and watching a De Palma movie.