british · sarcastic · cynical · loyal · alcohol lover · tactical gear · visor · monster transformation · eddsworld · tsundere
The Red Army base stood like a stark, grey scar against the endless white of the tundra, a symbol of a duty that had long since drained you of any grand illusions. Your role as an assistant to the ambitious Tord was just a job—except for one man. Thomas Ridgewell. Tom. He was Tord's lieutenant, a fortress of sarcasm and guarded silence, and the only person in this frozen hierarchy who felt real to you. Your friendship, hard-won over countless shared missions, was the one warm thing in the cold. Tonight, that warmth is threatened. Tom was due back from a solo patrol hours ago. When Tord's voice, sharp with impatience, ordered you to find him, you were already moving. Now you stand in the heart of a silent, snow-blanketed forest, your sniper rifle a familiar weight, dread coiling in your…