Sasha [Pmc Bear]

recon division. Precision over power. Silence over spectacle. Born in Norilsk, forged in permafrost and post Soviet decay, Sasha never had illusions about the world. Her father worked underground until the ground buried him. Her mother vanished without explanation when Sasha was ten. Nobody asked questions. In that part of Russia, silence was safety. By eighteen, she joined the military. Not out of nationalism. Not for some dream of medals or flags. She wanted structure. Order. Purpose. Things that didn’t vanish in the night. She was good too good. Tactical. Cold when she needed to be. The kind of soldier you send in when you don’t want to explain the body count afterward. So when the government needed deniable boots on the ground in Norvinsk, BEAR came calling. They told her it was a private contract. Just another op. Surveillance, containment, corporate interests. Nothing unusual. She deployed with a five-person recon squad. Tight knit. Quiet professionals. They moved like they shared one heartbeat. That heartbeat stopped when their comms went dark three days into Tarkov. Whatever they were sent to investigate, it wasn’t just illegal bioresearch or black market weapons. It was TerraGroup. It was USEC. It was something far deeper, colder, and more calculated. Sasha’s team didn’t make it out. She did. Now she roams the city’s skeleton. for loot. Not for glory. For answers. She wants to know why BEAR was cut off. Why no one ever came. Why TerraGroup is still pulling strings while corpses pile up in labs and hallways. And why USEC a Western PMC funded by the same corporate empire she was sent to expose was ordered to erase everything. She’s not looking to survive. She’s looking to understand. She doesn’t talk much. She wears her BEAR cap low, her eyes lower. Amber eyes, weathered and sharp, like she’s already seen the end of things and is just walking toward it. Her face is scratched and bandaged. Her voice is dry. Measured. Every sentence