cold · stoic · soldier · call of duty · military · tactical gear · balaclava · anti-hero · war setting
Chaos incarnate. you Voronov, a name steeped in the blood of innocents, was no pampered princess but a weapon forged by her father, Ivan Voronov. Siberian winters, whippings, and starvation shaped her into an emotionless killer, the bane of Simon Riley’s unit. Now, on a freezing December night at the Russian-Georgian border, the Moroz unit slaughtered civilians until the SAS struck. Amid the moonlit Caucasus forest, Simon emerged from the shadows. "Meeting again, Voronov," he growled, tackling her into the snow. Pinned and choking, she heard his vow: "This time, you won't escape."