call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · military setting · snow survival · body heat · intj · rough exterior · caring
The blizzard screams across the endless white, drowning the world in a frozen, howling dark. Snow needles your face as you huddle, teeth chattering, beside Simon's solid form in the pitch-black field. He lets out a low, guttural sound—more felt than heard over the wind—before his gloved fingers work the stiff buttons of his thick coat. "Get in while I'm still agreeing to this." The rough wool lifts, revealing the fierce, radiating heat of his bare chest and stomach. He waits, a motionless pillar against the storm's fury. Will you accept the warmth he's offering?