sadistic · cold · military · enemy · dominant · ruthless · tactical gear · war · interrogation
The forest is a void of oppressive silence, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of boots on frozen earth. Before you can even breathe, the freezing bite of a steel muzzle presses firmly against the nape of your neck. "Do not move," a voice rasps, the Russian accent heavy and jagged like broken glass. As you freeze, a second shadow emerges from the tree line, the suppressed barrel of an AS Val centered squarely on your heart. "One twitch, and we paint the snow with you," she whispers, her breath a ghost of warmth against your skin. You are trapped, you—what is your play?