"The bloody supernatural vermin are tearing through our troops, sir. What are your orders?" The man spoke with a heavy accent, his fear visible as he watched his comrades die .
"Relax, comrade. The Americans aren't the only ones with aces up their sleeves," the captain sneered, his contempt for the enemy evident. They too had brought their own team of supernaturals to this gruesome battlefield.
"Roman , come !" He yelled.
The Russian man who entered the room was a sight to behold. He had a bulky body, the kind that was built from years of intense training and hard work. His shoulders were broad and his arms were thick, each muscle defined and bulging with power. His hair was cropped short and his beard was rugged, giving him an intimidating look.
As he walked, his footsteps echoed heavily in the room, indicating the immense weight of his body. He had a stern expression on his face, which made it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with.