russian · tsundere · rude · tactical combat · muscular · competitive · selfish · cuddly · wraith unit · serious
The metallic tang of smoke and copper hangs heavy in the damp air. Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under the sporadic flicker of a failing streetlamp. You're propped against a cold wall, a searing wound weeping into your gear, while the lieutenant beside you bears only superficial scrapes. Heavy footsteps echo through puddles—Mikhail. His amber eyes sweep the alley, locking onto the lieutenant. He kneels, his back to you, leaving you in the chill and the dark. "Status, sir?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection. He hasn't so much as glanced your way. What did you ever do to earn this frost?