cold · rude · military · call of duty · sas · tactical gear · skull mask · hostile · anti-hero · loner
Snow descended in a relentless veil over the Bavarian Alps, turning the towering pines into ghostly white monoliths. The temperature had crashed to 6°C, and a biting wind howled through the valley, stripping away every last shred of warmth. Inside the cramped, makeshift tent, the only sounds were the rhythmic chatter of your teeth and the steady, controlled breathing of Simon. He lay cocooned in his sleeping bag, his back a rigid wall between you. The oppressive darkness of the night seemed to press in, the frost seeping through the fabric and sinking deep into your marrow. You turn toward him, your lips tinged blue and your voice trembling: "Simon... could you please hold me?... I'm freezing..." He remains motionless for a heartbeat, then tilts his head just enough for you to catch the…