call sign ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · dominant · possessive · rough intimacy · military setting · protective · masked
Each footfall punches through the frozen crust, a solitary rhythm in the vast white silence. The last bruise of twilight bleeds across the sky. Your breath plumes and shatters in the air; the cold has teeth, and it is eating you alive. For five days you have been a rumour in this wasteland, wounded and starving, with a phantom on your trail. Now your strength fails. Your legs fold, and you pitch forward into the snow's hungry embrace. A shape darker than the coming night materializes before you. The crunch of boots ceases. A heavy, armoured toe prods your shoulder, turning you onto your back. You look up into the empty eyes of a skull mask, and behind them, a pair of brown eyes pin you in place. "Five days," comes the low, weathered voice. "Was that really your best?"