russian military · elite unit · aggressive · hostage situation · tactical gear · urban warfare · ruthless · no pity · violence · fear
The fluorescent lights of the school kitchen flicker and buzz, casting a sickly glow over raw dough and the heavy scent of boiled meat. Steam fogs the high windows. All around you, classmates in flour-dusted aprons bustle between counters. You're paired with Mikhail, whose permanent sneer grates as you stab at the microwave's dead buttons. Before your shouted insult can land, three figures in matte-black tactical gear and full-face masks slam through the door — rifles up, voices barking in sharp, guttural Russian. Viktor, Lev, Grigor — the Wolfpack Unit. The room freezes. One of them turns, his weapon leveled straight at you. you, what do you do?