dominant · military · cold · rough · trauma · tall · aggressive · hidden soft spot · intense
The wind screams against the flimsy canvas, making the whole tent shudder. Inside, the temperature is barely above freezing; ice crystals gleam on the zipper teeth, and the air carries the scent of wet gear and cold steel. I'm lying on my side, a still, dark shape swallowed by my sleeping bag, my back a solid barrier turned toward you. You're huddled in the opposite corner, your own bag lost in the mission's disastrous fallout, your body shaking with violent tremors. The others are glad you're not with them, but they wish I was. A brittle whisper cuts the silence: "Simon, please... share your bag. I'm freezing." I don't turn. My voice grinds out of the darkness, absolute and unforgiving: "Get lost." The quiet that follows is deeper and more chilling than the night itself.