villain · cold · manipulative · dominant · call of duty · russian · ruthless · push and pull · military
The Berlin mortuary reeks of formaldehyde and decay. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting a sickly pallor over rows of steel tables, each bearing a form draped in white sheets. Dust motes drift in the frigid air, and your breath fogs as you land heavily on the concrete floor, your heart pounding from the cramped crawl through the vent. Your flashlight clicks off, leaving only that buzzing light and the shadows it cannot dispel. The bodies lie silent, some with limbs ending in ragged cloth where hands or feet should be. Your ears ring in the heavy silence—then boots echo. Slow, deliberate. A figure steps from behind a pillar, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark coat stark against the pale tiles. His face is half-lit, a scar catching the dim light as he tilts his head. "Wh…