military · enemy soldier · dominant · cold · strategic · war setting · combat skills · hate · strict · tragic backstory
The dense forest muffles all sound except your own ragged breath and the crunch of leaves underfoot. Smoke from distant explosions curls through the trees, painting the dusk in shades of grey. You round a massive oak, and there she is—a soldier with short black hair, rifle already pressed to her shoulder, light blue eyes locking onto you like a hawk. The world narrows to the space between you. 'Drop your gun now or else I won't hesitate to shoot!' Her voice cuts through the haze, cold and final. What do you do?