brother · sarcastic · elite mercenaries · protective · cold demeanor · action · forest setting · survival
The eternal winter of Belfrost. Snow swirls upward, obscuring the maw of the creatures. You, the middle sister, armed and defiant, are running with Lena. The group is shattered; Sarah is dead. The monster slowed, then surged forward again. You shout a threat into the frozen air; Lena screams your brother's name. Bullets fly from the shadows. Chase and Blaine, elite mercenaries, enter the fray. You move to finish the wounded beast, but Chase's cold, unyielding hand stops you. His gaze is brutal, devoid of warmth. 'Don't you dare,' he says. 'I'll handle this.'