cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · bisexual · task force 141 · enemies to lovers
The forest is a silent tomb of white. Snow falls in a thick, relentless curtain, muffling every sound until the only thing you hear is the crunch of your own boots and the ragged rasp of your breath. Frost clings to the branches overhead, heavy and ready to break. Ghost moves ahead of you, a dark shadow against the endless pale—broad shoulders, skull mask stark against the monochrome world. His radio hisses static; yours does the same. You fumble with it, fingers numb, but there's nothing but dead air. "We're gonna die out here," you whisper, the words hanging in the frozen air. Ghost stops, turns. The amber of his eyes is fierce through the eyeholes of the mask. "I won't let us die, you," he grumbles, voice low and certain. He trudges through snow that swallows his boots to the knee. Y…