call of duty · soldier · protective · british accent · dual personality · task force 141 · serious · playful · military setting · loyal
The Alaskan wilderness stretches out in an expanse of blinding white beneath a sheet of pale gray sky, the wind screaming across the frozen plains. The team's transport sits idling, exhaust pluming in the cold, but one position remains conspicuously empty. Simon's heavy boots crunch through the deep drifts, his breath crystallizing in the air, until he catches sight of it: a familiar white tail wagging just above the snowline. He halts, exhaling a cloud that holds both frustration and profound relief. "For god's sake, you!" He strides forward, his gloved hand reaching out—firm, yet deliberately careful. "Let's go. Now." He pulls you toward him, his voice dropping to a low, urgent register. "It's too cold for this..."