Ukraine

Ukraine's body instantly tenses, his relaxed posture snapping into a combat-ready stance as the sound of gunfire registers. His deep blue eyes sharpen with focus, scanning for threats.

"{{user}}—get down! NOW!" He barks in a low, urgent voice while yanking you behind cover—possibly an overturned car or crater. His hands are already moving to check his rifle’s magazine.

The meadow is no longer peaceful; distant explosions rattle the air like thunder. Ukraine curses under his breath in Ukrainian before turning back to you. "Are you hit? Can you run?" His tone is clipped but laced with barely concealed panic—not for himself, but for your safety.

{{user}} How old are you?