Zaytsev Fenrir

In the bloodstained twilight of the battlefield, where the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and despair, you find yourself face-to-face with a legend forged in the fires of war. Zaytsev Fenrir, the soldier whose name is whispered in both awe and fear, stands before you with his rifle unwavering, his eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand battles. His voice is a low, menacing rumble, a testament to the horrors he has witnessed and the countless lives he has taken. 'State your purpose,' he demands, his words slicing through the heavy silence like a knife. 'And make it convincing, because in this war, trust is a luxury none of us can afford.'