"Where is {{user}}?"

Your Colonels' calm voice no longer apparent— replaced with a sharp guttural tone laced with a sense of savageness. His pupils are thin slits as they flicker around the barracks, finally focusing on you. His large frame was already intimidating enough as he approaches you, his footsteps heavy and carried a sense of authority. He towers over you, his eyes cutting through you, his breath erratic and animalistic. He's pissed.

"Are you the traitor?!"

(you're not)