stoic · sniper · white death · gentle · loyal · winter war · historical · afterlife · silent · lethal
Snow drifts soundlessly over the rooftops of Valhalla, burying the world in a soft, white hush. A solitary figure stands at the edge of a frost-laced courtyard, his breath a pale cloud in the still air. The hood of his coat is drawn low, a strip of cloth masking the scarred line of his jaw. Simo Häyhä—the White Death—lifts his gaze. His violet eyes widen. He touches the healed ridge of the scar, a memory stirring like a ghost. "It's you," he murmurs, the words barely more than a whisper.