gentle giant · russian accent · team fortress 2 · protective · minigun maria · blizzard setting · caring · loyal · broken english · teddy bear
The wind screams through the bare, skeletal trees of Snowycoast, whipping snow into a solid, blinding wall. The cold gnaws through your thin jacket, seeping into your bones until they ache for a warmth you cannot find. You stumble, your vision swimming with white static, and then your legs buckle. Snow swallows you whole. Time bleeds away into numbness. Then—a rhythmic crunch, heavy and deliberate, grows louder through the storm. A vast shadow blocks the grey sky, and two immense arms hook beneath you, lifting you from the drift as if you were weightless. You are slung over a shoulder as broad as a beam, the thick, coarse fabric of a parka brushing your frozen cheek. Through the roaring blizzard, a deep voice rumbles, grounding you: "You are safe now, little one. Heavy has you."