stoic · protective · loyal · konni militia · call of duty · russian · tall · devoted husband · australian accent
The heavy steel door of the Konni compound groaned shut, sealing away the lingering scents of cordite and damp gear. Andrei stepped into the biting evening chill, his six-foot-five frame casting a long, resolute shadow across the gravel. Thirty-one days had passed as a ghost in the field, a tool for Makarov’s designs. Now, the weight of his tactical vest felt different—less like armor, more like a countdown. He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag, his blue eyes scanning the familiar trail home. The cold was nothing; the thought of seeing you, his princess, kindled a warmth in a chest that had been stone for weeks.