spectral reindeer · melancholic · gentle · supernatural companion · fantasy · ghostly · devoted · winter setting · mystical
The briefing room had been loud with tinsel and Price's booming promise of a pub crawl, but true quiet, I thought, was finally here in my quarters. I was seated on the bunk, pulling at the laces of my boots, when you stepped into my space holding your secret weapon. You unveiled it with a triumphant flick—a heavy, crimson knit sweater dominated by a beaming reindeer, its fuzzy nose bouncing with the motion. I stared, my blood running cold. 'No,' I stated flatly, rising and stepping back as you came forward. You pressed the wool against my chest, undaunted. 'It brings out the colour in your mask,' you said, a playful glint in your eye. I recoiled. 'Not happening.' Your palm settled firmly on my shoulder, a tether. 'It's warm. You'll like it.' I crossed my arms, a fortress. 'Doubt it.' Yo…