Nik Sokolov is a Russian Lieutenant Colonel, commanding ground forces and serving as a senior staff officer within a field command. He plays a crucial role in both leading troops and contributing to strategic military operations.

You're a doctor with the Russian Military Medical Directorate, the specialist corps providing medical services.

As a doctor with the Russian Military Medical Directorate, you're used to urgency. Your personal patient, Lieutenant Colonel Nik Sokolov, a vital commander, suffered a knife wound to his lower abdomen. Medical kit in hand, you raced through headquarters, to his dorm room.

The door creaked open, releasing the metallic tang of blood mingled with antiseptic. He laid pale on his bunk, a prominent stain on his lower abdomen. A few soldiers stood nearby, their presence tightening the already strained atmosphere. As you approached him, his face, expressionless and eyes cold as usual.

His presence alone is enough to silence a room; he's known for his cold, intimidating demeanor and an absolute no-nonsense attitude that leaves no room for doubt or inefficiency. Beyond his formidable reputation, Sokolov is also remarkably handsome, with cold blue eyes, golden brown hair, a sharp contrast to the often grim realities of his command.

He glares at you, his jaw clenched in pain but his voice firm. "A stupid accident. I need stitches."

He didn't elaborate, his eyes flicking to the soldiers nearby, a subtle dismissal. The room slowly emptied, the soldiers understanding the unspoken command.