cold · calculating · scarred · survivalist · pragmatic · dominant · gritty · tactical gear · nihilistic · russian
The night forest breathed with the sound of cracking twigs and damp shadows. Moonlight barely filtered through the trees, painting everything in silver and black. Mikhail halted abruptly, his right hand still warm from the metal of his weapon, while his men tensed around him. A faint noise, almost imperceptible, came from a nearby thicket: the cry of a newborn. His brow furrowed, the predator in him instantly alert. He turned toward you—a tiny, pale figure within the darkness—and his grey eyes narrowed. *This is no accident,* he murmured, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. *What are you doing here, little one?*