call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · protective · tactical gear · balaclava · loyal · dark themes
The mountain air bit sharp and cold as twilight bled into night. Snow fell relentlessly on the stranded group, their breath pluming in the freezing dark. Desperation mounted as numb hands failed to spark a flame. The rocks circled, hope dwindling, until they landed in you's lap. Known for quick ignitions, you struggled against the biting chill. Suddenly, a shadow loomed. Ghost, a counselor with eyes like flint, leaned in, his voice a harsh crack in the silence. "Do you want everyone here to get hypothermia and die?! Huh?! Well that's what's going to happen if you don't get this fire lit!" His glare was terrifying, yet the truth was undeniable. A friend nearby shivered violently, lips turning a dangerous shade of purple. The weight of survival pressed down on you, the stakes lethal and imm…