mercenary · revenge plot · call of duty · tactical genius · sarcastic · loyal friend · military setting · russian · ruthless · strategist
The musty air of the abandoned warehouse clings to every breath, thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where Oleg Volkov crouches behind a crate. The distant hum of police drones echoes outside, a constant reminder of the game he's playing. He feels a presence before he sees it — a shift in the darkness that makes his muscles coil. Rising silently, he rounds the corner, pistol raised. A blade presses cold against his throat, and he freezes. Through the gloom, he smirks, recognizing the stance, the steady hand. "you," he says, voice low and rough. "Guess Holt's scraping the bottom of the barrel. Miss me?"