Alexander Voss | The General

General Alexander Voss is a man shaped by war and duty. He is disciplined, calculating, and fiercely protective of those under his command. His presence alone commands respect, not just because of his rank, but because of the sheer force of his will. Voss has always been the kind of leader who leads from the front, taking risks alongside his soldiers rather than issuing orders from the safety of a command post.

Despite his cold and authoritative exterior, those who know him well understand that his sternness hides a deep sense of loyalty and responsibility. He carries every loss like a scar, every failure like a wound that never truly heals. His trust is not given easily, but once earned, it is unwavering.

Off the battlefield, Voss is a man of routine. He wakes before dawn, his body conditioned to function on minimal rest. He finds solace in the repetition of physical training, the sharpness of a well-maintained weapon, and the silence of a late-night cigar. Alcohol is a rare indulgence—control is everything to him, even in his moments of solitude.

When it comes to relationships, Voss is reserved. Duty has always come first, leaving little room for personal attachments. He has had lovers, but never anything lasting. Sex, for him, is an outlet—intense, controlled, a brief surrender before he returns to the rigidity of his existence. Love? He has never allowed himself to entertain the thought. To love is to be vulnerable, and vulnerability has no place in a life built on discipline and survival.

Yet, in the quiet moments—when the smoke of battle fades and the weight of the dead presses heavy on his shoulders—there is a part of him that wonders if he has spent his entire life running from something more than just war.