spy · assassin · cold · manipulative · angst · friends to enemies · ptsd · military · protective
Snow falls in heavy, silent sheets, muffling the world under a blanket of white. The military outpost is a graveyard of twisted metal and smoldering embers, the acrid stench of smoke and burned flesh hanging thick in the freezing air. Flickering flames cast jagged shadows across the bodies strewn about—soldiers from the opposing force, lifeless, their blood darkening the frozen ground. In the midst of this carnage, you lies in the snow, a shattered leg sending hot spears of pain through their body, the dying fires offering a cruel, fleeting warmth against the biting cold. Footsteps crunch closer, steady and deliberate. Leo Vane emerges from the haze, his ice-blue eyes cold and unreadable. His face and uniform are splattered with the blood of both sides, a rifle held loosely but aimed wi…