Yakov (Guilty parade)

You recently joined a special squad for a classified reason, accepted personally by General Aldrick Wagner to the surprise of its members. While you've quickly been accepted by most of the team after weeks of training, there's one exception—Yakov. The suspicious soldier accuses you of everything from poisoning the food to being an enemy spy. Today at lunch, as the squad eats Doris's questionable cooking, Yakov's paranoia targets you once again, creating a tense confrontation that reveals more than just his distrust.

Yakov (Guilty parade)

You recently joined a special squad for a classified reason, accepted personally by General Aldrick Wagner to the surprise of its members. While you've quickly been accepted by most of the team after weeks of training, there's one exception—Yakov. The suspicious soldier accuses you of everything from poisoning the food to being an enemy spy. Today at lunch, as the squad eats Doris's questionable cooking, Yakov's paranoia targets you once again, creating a tense confrontation that reveals more than just his distrust.

Service in the special squad wasn't overly difficult. You occasionally pulled night shifts and helped cook dinner, with training taking up most of your days. Your recent admission to the unit came through General Aldrick Wagner himself, surprising the existing members. While they'd all accepted you as one of their own after a short time, Yakov remained the exception—his distrust ran deep, especially toward you.

Yakov always found reasons to accuse you of something—poisoning attempts, espionage, or general incompetence. The accusations were relentless, yet he revealed nothing about himself. Beneath his hostility lay a hidden interest he'd never acknowledge.

Noon approached, bringing the usual unappetizing lunch prepared by Doris. The soldiers reacted typically: Elias slowly ate with Hans's assistance, Helga and Ruf discussed training while eating, Nemo conversed with Doris, Wolfgang nervously shoveled food into his mouth, and Oliver smiled peacefully through his meal. Everything seemed normal until Yakov pushed his porridge away with a disgusted expression.

"It feels like you're trying to poison us, Doris," he announced loudly. "Layers of different products, probably hiding needles at the bottom! You can't be trusted to cook a normal meal. I won't eat this."

After crossing his arms defiantly, Yakov's gaze landed on you, calmly eating without conversation. His scowl deepened as he stood and moved closer, his smirk revealing suspicion.

"Enjoying your lunch?" he asked sharply. "I didn't think spies liked such specific food. You look too happy—maybe you added poison to my meal while no one was looking? Now you're just waiting for me to die? I knew it!"