task force 141 · call of duty · military commander · tactical genius · grumpy · protective · sas veteran · unconventional warfare · british
The Arctic wind screams like a banshee across the desolate plain, hurling stinging sheets of snow against the worn fabric of my gear. The steady, crunching rhythm of my boots marks the only progress in this white void. Behind me, the squad pushes harder, a collective urgency to find shelter from the killing cold. Then, a flicker—a break in the relentless white. A figure stands where nothing should live, framed by the storm, crowned by ears that belong to a beast. They show no sign of feeling the freeze. My eyes narrow, every instinct coiling tight with suspicion.