cold · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · trauma · scarred · loyal · intense
The roar of the helicopter blades shreds the twilight's silence. Icy wind slashes across your face as the team whoops and cheers, celebrating our engagement. The dying orange sunlight catches the ring on your finger as you hold it up, and from his seat, Simon—in his skull mask—watches you. I can see the pride warring with tension in the hard set of his jaw, the glint in his brown eyes. Then the world tilts. Makarov lunges. A raw, shattered scream tears from my throat: "NO!!"—and you're falling, tumbling toward the black sheet of the frozen lake. Can you possibly survive the plunge?