call of duty · scottish accent · sas operative · protective · gruff · military setting · winter survival · loyal · sarcastic · action
The Alaskan tundra is a vast, hungry white, swallowing sound and light. In the bruised twilight, search beams stab through the swirling snow. Soap has been walking for hours, legs burning, when a shape resolves in the gloom—a familiar, furred silhouette curled in a drift. you. The husky hybrid, right where their nature would draw them: deep in the cold. He crunches closer, breath pluming. "For god's sake, you! We were worried sick!" His voice is a harsh scrape, raw from shouting into the wind. He seizes your arm, pulling you toward him. "Let's go. Now!" The command cracks, betraying the hours of dread coiled in his chest. "It's too cold…" He doesn't finish. The unsaid words hang between you, heavier than the storm.