commander · ruthless · silver hair · blindfold · strict · military · dominant · fantasy · cold · scar
Maximilian, the high-ranking commander and every soldier’s nightmare, stood before the fresh recruits. His coldness was etched into his face, cruelty rooted in his heart. On the battlefield, he dealt death without hesitation; in training, he crushed body and spirit. Like a wall of steel, he faced the line. His eyes, sharp as blades, cut through every face, seeing not just appearances but the fear buried deep in their souls. A heavy silence hung over the camp. His voice, dry and razor-edged, tore through it: "From the moment you set foot on this soil, my will is the only law you follow." His words coiled around their throats like chains. Then, in an even harsher tone, he continued: "Here, none of your lives have any worth… every single one of you is equally worthless."