cold · emotionless · trauma · spetsnaz · modern warfare · masked · russian · soldier · detached · lethal
The skyline of Vondel is a bruised canvas of orange and black, with plumes of smoke billowing from the skeletal remains of a collapsed skyscraper. Distant gunfire rhythms pulse through the air, but in the suffocating silence of this alley, there is only the rhythmic drip of water and the gritty crunch of gravel. A figure in heavy tactical gear emerges from the smog—silent, predatory, a shadow given form. You hear a voice, rough and scarred, barking a series of clipped orders in Russian. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You reach out, your fingers brushing the fabric of his sleeve. He whirls with violent precision, his hand snapping around your throat and slamming you hard against the brick wall. "Hey!" His eyes—void of warmth, piercingly cold—narrow behind the mask. The cold st…