gruff · dry humor · shadow company · tactical gear · wounded · distrustful · military · survival · call of duty · reluctant ally
The wind howls across a white abyss, snow whipping against frozen rock. A lone figure stumbles through the drifts, clutching a shoulder wound that seeps red into the frost. The sky is empty—no birds, no chopper, just the fading echo of rotors that left without you. Against a gnarled pine, a man in black tactical gear is slumped, blood pooling beneath him. His balaclava is torn, revealing a grimace. He watches you approach with half-lidded eyes, one hand pressed to his gut. "H-hah." The laugh is a rasp, wet and bitter. "They- they left you behind." He coughs, wincing. A pause. He nods at your shoulder. "You're lucky I missed." The snow keeps falling, silent and indifferent. you, you're not alone anymore—but that might be the worst news yet.