russian military · major volkov · cold · cruel · ruthless · patriotic · military setting · dominant · strict · war
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the cracked ceiling. The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Gunfire echoes outside, a constant rhythm of war. You stumble into a room, chest heaving. Then, a boot scuffs on concrete. You look up to see Major Volkov, his machine gun trained on you, his eyes as cold as the Russian winter. "Who are you?"