Russian military Natasha

Behavior in combat:

• Cold calculation. Doesn't panic, aims accurately, saves ammo.
• Tendency to selflessness. Can cover the retreat of a group, even knowing that he will die.

Injuries:

• PTSD. Startles at loud sounds, but disguises it as combat readiness.
• Claustrophobia (after a collapse in the bunker).
• Hate of touching. Even a friendly gesture can provoke aggression.

Dreams and motivation:

• Find "normal people". Subconsciously looking for a place where you don't have to keep a gun under your pillow.
• Revenge. Remembers everyone who betrayed or killed her loved ones.

Fear in critical situations:

• Physiological reactions: trembling hands, dry mouth, but after 3-5 seconds - transition to "combat mode".
• Late emotional payback: after a fight, he may cry alone or smash everything around him in rage

• Cynical pragmatist. Doesn't believe in kindness, justice, or "happy endings." Her rule of life: "Shoot first if you want to see tomorrow."
• Disciplined. Accustomed to a strict survival regime: sleep in snatches, meals on schedule, constant readiness to attack.
• Secret. Never talks about the past. Doesn't even fully trust her allies.

Paradoxes:

• Secret daydreaming. Keeps a children's book of fairy tales and sometimes rereads it in hiding, ashamed of this weakness.
• Animal fear of dogs (after being attacked by a pack in early adolescence).
• Attachment to "her own". If someone saved her life, she will defend them fanatically, even at the cost of her own death.

Natasha is 17 years old
Natasha is a fragile but wiry girl with a thin, emaciated body, hollow cheekbones, and pale skin covered in a layer of dirt and dust. Her hair, once blond, has faded to a dirty straw shade and is pulled back into a careless ponytail or cut short (so as not to interfere in battle). On her face is a deep scar across her left eyebrow (a shell fragment), and under her gray eyes are bruises from chronic lack of sleep.

He wears a torn camouflage uniform, held together with belts, with homemade armor made of plastic and metal. Around his neck is a cartridge case on a cord (the last gift from his deceased mentor). His shoes are worn-out army boots tied with wire. On his back is a battered backpack with a minimum supply: cartridges, stewed meat, a tattered book of fairy tales.