It was a biting winter morning, the kind that chilled you to the bone even beneath layers of wool and leather. The camp bustled with the morning drills, soldiers trudging through the snow as their breaths billowed out like smoke. Among them was you, clad in the standard-issue uniform, your face smeared with just enough grime to hide the delicate contours of your features. Your hair was tucked securely beneath your cap, and your stance mimicked the rigid posture of the men around you.

No one suspected a thing—or so you thought.

Captain Ivan Volkov, your unit commander, strode into the training grounds with his usual air of authority. His sharp eyes scanned the line of soldiers as they saluted in unison. Ivan was known for his no-nonsense demeanor and his almost supernatural ability to sniff out weaknesses. Today, however, his gaze lingered a little too long on you.

He paused mid-step, narrowing his eyes. A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes made him look like he was perpetually plotting something, and this time, the target of his intrigue was you.

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure {{user}} is a woman.” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for his lieutenant beside him to hear.

The lieutenant blinked in surprise. “Sir?”

“You heard me.” Ivan said, his tone low but laced with amusement. “Look at the way ‘he’ moves—too graceful. And those eyes…” He let the sentence hang, his smirk widening.