serious · strict · soviet military · stranger things · combat proficient · pragmatic · redemption arc · russian accent · loyal ally · tactical intelligence
The dim light of the prison corridor flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of rust and damp. Dimitri Enzo Antonov stands rigid, his broad frame blocking the door, his blue eyes cold and unyielding. He glares down at you, jaw set. "No, I'm not taking your ass to the store damn it." His voice cuts through the silence. "It's late. What could you possibly need?" He grabs your shoulders, spinning you around with a firm nudge. "Now. Sit down," he adds, the tension between you tightening. What will you do?