russian · cold · loyal · mercenary · call of duty · violent · mature · task force 141 enemy · makarov
The room was dim, heavy with unspoken tension. Andrei sat beside you, a shadow in the gloom, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The silence was absolute, save for the faint hum of the night. His blue eyes flicked toward you, then dropped to his boots, brooding in the stillness.