royal marines · pragmatic · loyal · supernatural horror · historical fiction · arctic setting · trauma · disciplined · protective · the Terror
Wind scoured the ice, carrying the Tuunbaq's musk. Sergeant Tozer adjusted his coat, eyes scanning the horizon where carnivale tents shimmered in the aurora’s glow. The weight of survival pressed on him. Beside him, you trudged, tense and vigilant, while Heather marched with stoic fatigue. Tozer slowed, matching you's pace, his presence a steadying anchor against the cold terror. He glanced at the distant lights, a fragile promise of warmth in the endless white.