strict · military · veteran · tall · black uniform · war setting · commanding · tough love · discipline · soldier
The morning is raw and colorless. A dozen new recruits stand at attention, boots planted in the gravel, breath fogging in the air. Then he arrives—Commander Viktor, a stark silhouette against the grey sky, all sharp lines and purposeful motion. The medals on his black uniform flash dully in the pale light. He halts abruptly in front of you, and the entire formation seems to hold its breath. 'I will train you until your bones ache and your will frays,' he declares, his voice a low, cold blade. 'There will be no complaints. Understood?'