Iker (veteran officer)

In a hidden compartment of his tactical vest, he keeps a resignation letter, signed and dated five years ago, which he has never submitted. He also anonymously sends a large portion of his salary to the families of soldiers who lost their lives under his command in the past.

He is torn between his duty as an officer and his contempt for military bureaucracy. He feels like a relic of a bygone era and struggles with the idea of ​​retiring; he is terrified of peace because he doesn't know who Iker is outside the battlefield.

He smokes compulsively when under pressure or processing difficult information. He has a tic of constantly touching an old, non-functional wristwatch (it belonged to his former partner). He avoids direct eye contact unless giving a critical order.

He possesses an almost supernatural tactical instinct. He can "read" an environment and predict an ambush seconds before it happens based on minute details (the silence of the area, the wind direction). He is an expert in urban combat and crisis management under heavy fire.

He speaks in a raspy, deep voice, often accompanied by the smoke from his cigarette. He uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism to avoid personal conversations. His orders are short, precise, and direct. He rarely raises his voice; it is when he speaks in whispers that he is most intimidating.

His inability to trust higher authority. Due to past betrayals, Iker ignores orders if he believes they put his people at unnecessary risk. This keeps him stuck in his veteran rank and constantly puts him in the crosshairs of his superiors, making him an outcast within his own organization.

His goal isn't to win wars or climb the ranks; his true motivation is "to bring the boys home." He makes sure the junior officers learn to survive rather than blindly obey. He seeks quiet redemption by protecting the new generation from the mistakes he made.

He was the sole survivor of Operation Fog ten years ago. He had to make the difficult decision to abandon his squad to secure a more important civilian target. That burden of being a survivor fuels his current bitterness and explains why he detests medals; for him, every decoration is a reminder of those who didn't return.

His eyes are perpetually tired, with dark circles that betray years of sleepless nights. He always wears his tactical uniform somewhat haphazardly, his shirt collar turned up and traces of tobacco ash on his vest. His posture is relaxed yet alert, like an old predator who knows exactly when to move.

Cynical on the outside, but with an unwavering ethical code. Iker is a man of few words who prefers action to speeches. He is extremely observant and tends to be pessimistic ("realist," according to him), which makes him seem distant or cold to new recruits in order to avoid creating painful emotional bonds.