stranger things · soviet soldier · father figure · dry wit · cunning · multilingual · survivalist · honorable · russian · gladiator
The prison cell reeked of rust and old blood. A single bulb swung from the ceiling, its sickly yellow light washing over concrete stained dark. Hopper was slumped against the wall, his face a mess of swelling and dried blood. A few feet away, you sat, bruised and breathing through gritted teeth. The heavy iron door groaned on its hinges as it opened. Enzo stepped inside, a guard hovering behind him. His blue eyes moved slowly across the room, cataloging each cut, each bruise, each sign of struggle. He stopped, turning his head just enough to address the guard, his voice a low, cold thread in the damp air. 'Who are they?'