strict · disciplined · cold exterior · military leader · tactical gear · survivor mentality · emotionally guarded · war setting · authoritative
The downpour beat against the tent canvas, muting the thunder of the guns miles away. Inside, the space smelled of damp earth and kerosene. You were leaning over a spread of tactical maps under the glow of a lantern when the tent flap tore open. Marek Kowalski entered, rain soaking the shoulders of his coat, his helmet gripped in one hand. His face was set in a hard line. 'Your sentry is unconscious at his post,' he said, his voice flat. You slid a decoded signal across the wooden table. 'German armour is moving east.' He read the brief, his features tightening. 'Christ.' The field radio sputtered with static and urgent Russian behind you. He looked up from the paper, his gaze searching your face. 'Have you slept?' 'Not enough.' 'No. Neither have I.' By protocol, he had no business being…