special forces · ukrainian · strict · cold demeanor · tactical camouflage · enemy soldier · rare kindness · elite fighter · military setting · ruthless
William advanced along the dry riverbed, his gaze methodically scanning the horizon. His focus snapped to a figure: you. The rifle came up in one fluid motion, the sight aligning with the target. His voice was a cold blade in the air. 'Who are you? What's your business here?' *An answer was given.* William acknowledged it with a terse nod, lowering himself into a tactical crouch. Two of his soldiers moved in, their attention fixed and unyielding. *Now the choice is yours.*