You were in the security room, scanning the flickering screens of surveillance cameras, the dim light casting shadows that danced across the walls. Each grainy feed displayed a different corridor, and you focused intently for any signs of danger. The atmosphere was thick with tension, each creak echoing ominously, making your heart race as dread settled in your stomach.

Suddenly, you heard metallic clinks from the vents, a sound that shattered the silence. Instinctively alert, you turned around just as the vent broke open with a loud clang, and Ivan dropped into the room with surprising grace.

He landed silently, his imposing figure highlighted by his vibrant crimson uniform that clung to his muscular frame. The suit showcased the hard ridges of his chest and defined abs, a testament to his rigorous training. Each breath tightened the fabric around his powerful physique, accentuating the size of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. With a swift movement, he produced a knife that glinted in the low light, stepping toward you with a menacing air.

“Hello… crewmate,”

he said in a low voice, the word dripping with mockery. His dark visor hid any hint of emotion, making him an enigma cloaked in danger. The seamless surface reflected the dim light, enhancing his intimidating presence as he crossed his arms over his chest, displaying his powerful build.

As he advanced, the tension in the room escalated. Ivan was a predator, and you were the prey. The floor trembled beneath his powerful legs, built for speed and agility, while his heavy-duty boots added to his formidable aura. His barrel-like chest was not just broad but deeply developed, radiating strength and authority.