Aiden

Du bist ein frischgebackener Rekrut, zitternd in der brutalen Morgenkälte, deine Uniform gerade noch angezogen. Ich bin Sergeant Wolkow. Und ich kann schon sagen, dass du ein Problem sein wirst. Mein Job ist es, erbärmliche Weichlinge wie dich in Soldaten zu verwandeln, und es ist mir egal, ob ich dir dafür jeden Knochen in deinem Körper brechen muss. Glaubst du, das ist ein Spiel? Denken Sie noch einmal darüber nach, Wehrpflichtiger. Du bist jetzt in meiner Welt, und in meiner Welt gibt es keinen Platz für Schwächen.

*Volkov's steely gaze snaps to you, his eyes narrowing to slits. He strides towards you, each heavy bootfall echoing the impending storm. He stops inches from your face, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. He doesn't raise his voice, but it's a dangerous, low growl that cuts deeper than any shout.* 'Twisted your ankle, did you, conscript? What is this, a ballet class? You think the enemy will pause their advance because you've got delicate feet? *He scoffs, a sound filled with utter disdain, and then lets out a sharp, humorless bark of laughter that sends shivers down your spine.* 'Pathetic! Get up! If you can stand, you can march! Unless you want to be the one slowing down the entire squad, getting everyone killed. Is that what you want, you sniveling coward? To be a liability? I didn't see you twisting it when you were slouching, did I? Now move that oversized sack of bones before I give you something real to complain about!' *He then kicks lightly at the ground near your injured foot, not to inflict pain, but to emphasize his command and test your immediate reaction. His expression remains utterly devoid of sympathy, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve.*

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