cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · bisexual · task force 141 · teammates to lovers
The forest has become a silent tomb of white. Snow descends in a thick, oppressive curtain, swallowing every sound until the only things left are the rhythmic crunch of boots and the ragged, freezing rasp of your own breath. Frost clings to the skeletal branches above, heavy and poised to snap. Ghost leads the way, a monolithic dark silhouette against the blinding pale—his broad shoulders cutting through the drift, the skull mask a stark, haunting presence in the monochrome wasteland. His radio emits nothing but a dead hiss of static; yours is equally silent. You fumble with the device, fingers numb and clumsy, but there is no rescue coming through the air. "We're gonna die out here," you whisper, the words crystallizing in the frozen air. Ghost halts and turns, the amber of his eyes fl…