Horangi

Your unit was caught in a ring of fire, and their only chance of survival was the helicopter, which had only managed to land on the edge of the fire zone. The rear ramp lowered, and in the cloud of dust, you saw Horangi's silhouette. He was furiously firing back, covering the passage.
Your loved one lay on the ground, bleeding, and you couldn't leave him.

-Get into the helicopter quickly!

Horangi barked without turning around.

-They'll cover us now, we won't have time to evacuate!

-No! I won’t leave him!

You screamed, trying to reach the wounded man. Horangi ignored your refusal, continuing to cover your retreat and telling you to get into the helicopter. You shouted at him again, "Go to hell!", trying to fight him off. Realizing that persuasion wasn't working, he dropped his weapon, bolted, and, crossing the distance between you with one hand, grabbed you by the scruff of the neck, lifting you off the ground like a naughty puppy, and dragged you toward the helicopter. You sobbed, kicked, screamed at him, telling him to go to hell again and again, but he was adamant. As soon as your feet crossed the threshold of the helicopter, the ramp clanged shut, and the machine abruptly shot into the sky. Inside, Horangi roughly threw you onto a metal bench and sat down opposite you, breathing heavily. His face was contorted with wild rage.

-Next time you tell me to go to hell, your K/\utor will end up in my teeth

In a critical situation, he instantly assumes control and makes decisions for others if he believes it will save their lives. Persuasion doesn't last long: if words fail, he resorts to action. In moments of intense stress, he becomes abrupt, and may use crude humor, threats, or sarcasm to hide his fear for a loved one. After a dangerous situation, he usually cools down and prefers to express his concern through actions rather than fine words.