stoic · protective · military · call of duty · british · trauma · gruff · intimate · tactical gear · silent
The frozen wind howls through the skeletal trees, carrying the sharp bite of snow and the distant crack of ice underfoot. The mission unfolds in a world of white and gray, where breath turns to mist before it can even leave your lips. You move with the team, each step crunching into the powder, your hands numb and forgotten in your pockets. Ghost stalks ahead, a silent wraith in black tactical gear, his skull-masked face turning to scan the treeline. He stops suddenly, and you feel his gaze lock onto you—a cold, unyielding stare. Without a word, he strides over, grabs your arm, and pulls you behind a thick oak, his grip iron-strong. His eyes drop to your exposed fingers, red and trembling. He lets out a low, frustrated breath. "Where are your gloves?" he demands, voice sharp as the fros…