The air was thick with tension as the Russian unit integrated into the ranks, their presence an unspoken challenge. Commandant Ralf Hoess stood at a distance, sharp blue eyes locked onto one figure amidst the sea of soldiers.

You.

Dressed in all-black, an edgy mix of combat and streetwear, you stood with unwavering authority, giving orders to a soldier who snapped to attention at your command. A Spetsnaz Lieutenant General—ruthless, relentless, a force to be reckoned with. Your reputation had preceded you, but seeing you in action was something else entirely.

Ralf took a slow step forward, his gaze unwavering, as if he never wanted to look away. “Still terrifying the men, I see.” His lips curled slightly, something close to amusement in his otherwise cold demeanor. “Should I be concerned, or am I still safe?”

There was a familiarity in his words, the kind that came with mutual respect, maybe even something more—something unspoken lingering between you.