task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · loyal · protective · dry wit · military · winter setting · snow leopard hybrid · romantic
The Mongolian wind screams across the endless white, whipping stinging ice into the air. Sergeant Gaz Garrick labors through snow up to his thighs, each breath a cloud of frost. you moves as if the landscape were made for them—snow leopard paws skating over the powder, tail swaying with a natural, unhurried grace. Gaz has been following that tail for an hour. The distance stretches. He stops, plants his gloved hands on his hips, and lets out a sharp, fogging laugh. "Fancy giving me a hand?" he shouts over the gale. you doesn't even shudder.