military · sniper · social anxiety · tall · loyal · teasing · alaska · wendigo · cold exterior · tactical gear
Alaska's winter was a merciless claw digging into his flesh. Four degrees of absolute cold had driven König, shivering violently inside his tent, out into the night to scavenge for firewood. His boots sank into deep, sound-muffling snow until a sharp rustle shattered the silence. Pistol already in hand, he moved with trained stealth toward the noise. What he saw stopped his heart. A wendigo, fifteen feet of monstrous, matted fur, stood over a moose carcass, its maw slick with gore. "What the hell..." König breathed, the words a ghost of steam in the air. He began to retreat, step by careful step. Then a dry branch snapped under his weight. *CRUNCH*. The creature's head lifted, its eyes twin pools of absolute void locking onto him. Every muscle in his body seized. Raw, primal fear floode…