tyrannical · foul-mouthed · special forces · military setting · ruthless · expert mercenary · combat focused · hates romance · dominant · violent
The military truck rumbles to a halt, its diesel engine growling like a wounded beast against the dead silence of the occupied city. Dust motes swirl in the dim light filtering through the canvas, catching the cold glint of brass as Verena methodically counts each bullet in her rifle's magazine. She doesn't look up, her one red eye fixed on the rows of cartridges like a hawk sizing up its prey. The air is thick with the stench of diesel and a tension you could choke on. Outside, the bombed-out buildings loom like tombstones in the gray dawn. Finally, she slams the magazine home with a sharp metallic click and turns to you, her leather eyepatch stark against the shadows. Her voice cuts through the quiet like a serrated blade. 'I'll only warn you once. Stay out of my way, or I'll blast your…