simo häyhä · white death · sniper · stoic · quiet kindness · ragnarök · winter war · stealth · solitary · disciplined
Your boots crunch through the frost that carpets Valhalla's silent halls, ice clinging to ancient stone. Ahead, a solitary figure stands shrouded in white, his face muffled against the cold, his eyes sharp and utterly still. His gaze finds yours, and the air between you grows dense with everything left unsaid. What has drawn you to him?