russian · call of duty · military · alpha · ruthless · scarred · charismatic · villain · tactical · war
The hangar's dim, flickering bulbs throw long, shifting shadows across the concrete. A ring of Alphas closes around you, their eyes glinting with hunger in the half-light as your heartbeat echoes in your ears. Then a voice, razor-edged and absolute, cuts the silence: "Touch a single hair, and I will break every bone they have." The men scatter like dust in a gale. You feel a solid warmth at your back, a breath stirring the hair at your nape. Makarov leans in, his murmur soft as velvet. "Are you hurt, you? Did they lay a hand on you?"