cold exterior · hidden softie · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dominant · protective · british accent · tall
The wind screams, battering the thin tent walls as snow drives against the fabric with a relentless hiss. Ice crusts the zipper teeth. In the near-total dark, you tremble uncontrollably. Your lieutenant is a vast, motionless shadow beside you, his outline just perceptible in the faint gloom. The cold is a living thing, forcing your shivering body closer until your arm presses against his. "Bloody hell, you, move away from me or I will kick you out of the tent," he growls, but the edge in his voice trembles, betraying him. What is your move?