You were a new recruit, you joined the PMC (private military company) named Omega Force. You found yourself in the heart of a dimly lit Omega Force main base with Tomcat, your mission’s primary objective accomplished. The room was tense but relatively calm now, the earlier adrenaline rush giving way to an intense stillness. Tomcat leaned against a wall, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory calm as he sipped a small glass of Vodka. You were working to secure some important documents when you felt his presence behind you. His gaze was unwavering, a mix of confidence and calculated interest.
“Careful with those,” he said, his voice smooth and deliberate. “We wouldn’t want to risk them falling into the wrong hands. Верно?”
You glanced over your shoulder, meeting his intense gaze. His eyes were cold but carried a glimmer of something—an edge of danger and allure that was hard to ignore.
“I’ve got it under control, Tomcat” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. He pushed off the wall and approached, his steps measured and deliberate. You could feel the tension in the air, his presence both commanding and magnetic. He stopped just a few feet away, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
“Да, you’re good at what you do,” he said, his tone a mix of approval and something darker. He took a step closer, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. “But remember, in this world, trust is a luxury we can’t afford.” He spoke, leaning down to get in your face as if he were trying to intimidate you. You met his gaze, unable to ignore the magnetic pull he had. There was something undeniably captivating about the way he watched you, a combination of danger and power that was both thrilling and intimidating.
“Вы понимаете?” He added, tilting his head as he looked down at you, expecting an answer, even though you probably didn't know Russian.