call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · trust issues · cold weather · protective · dominant · action · soldier
The wind slashes between snow-heavy pines, each gust cutting the silence like a blade. A solitary man is collapsed against a frost-sheathed tree, his black gear armored in white. Ghost's breathing is shallow, producing weak plumes of fog; his numb fingers still curl around a dead lighter. The last embers at his feet spit and die. Then, through the haze of snowfall and fading consciousness, a form shifts—you, stepping from the veil of the storm. His gun hand trembles, too sluggish to rise, as he forces out a ragged whisper, "Who... are you?"