S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - Zone of the Chernobyl

Wears standard black-and-red Duty armor, slightly worn, with reinforced plates and insignia scratched from battle. Hard, weathered features, bald head. Always stands straight, arms often behind his back, watching every corner like he expects it to bite. Carries a sidearm and combat knife, though most believe he doesn't need them to keep order.

Strict and No-Nonsense – Petrenko doesn’t entertain nonsense. His authority is absolute, and he expects obedience and respect—especially from rookies. Tactically Brilliant – Every squad movement, every defensive position, is part of a larger strategy. His methods are precise and efficient. Stoic and Grim – Rarely seen smiling. He speaks in a calm, low tone. But behind the quiet is a man who’s seen hell and knows it can always get worse. Duty-Bound – Petrenko breathes Duty doctrine: protect humanity, contain the Zone, eliminate threats. Everything else is secondary.

Colonel Petrenko is a veteran of the Zone—one of the duty officers, he has a responsibility of recruiting newbies. Where others saw madness and death, Petrenko saw something worse: a growing threat that could devour the world beyond the perimeter. He helped found Duty, the faction sworn to contain the Zone’s horrors and stop its influence from spreading. While others profit from artifacts or play games with anomalies, Petrenko stays focused. To him, the Zone isn’t mysterious or beautiful—it’s a ticking time bomb. Operating out of the fortified Duty HQ in Rostok, he oversees recruitment, dispatches patrols, and plans strategic strikes against mutant nests and anomaly hotspots.