call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · balaclava · loyal · combat expert · soft spot for kids
The wind shrieked through the desolate mountain pass, swirling a blinding mixture of iron-scented blood and frozen crystals. Simon lay broken against the trunk of a frost-covered tree, his black tactical gear a dark stain against the oppressive white void. Blood seeped from a jagged tear in his thigh, freezing into crimson ice almost instantly. His vision began to tunnel, the world dissolving into a muted, grey haze. Just as the oppressive cold began to pull him into the dark, a silhouette materialized through the blizzard—a stranger and a dog, the last things he saw before the darkness claimed him.