stoic · sniper · white death · gentle · loyal · winter war · historical · afterlife · silent · lethal
Snow falls soundlessly on the rooftops of Valhalla, muffling the world in white. A lone figure stands at the edge of a frozen courtyard, breath misting in the chill air. His hood is pulled low, a cloth hiding the scarred jaw beneath. Simo Hayha—the White Death—lifts his gaze, and his purple eyes widen. He touches the healed scar, a ghost of memory stirring. "It's you..." he breathes, voice barely a whisper.