soldier · military setting · elite unit · violent · fearful · petite · red eyes · weapon enthusiast · drawing hobby · straight
The forest is a black pit at 2:58 AM. No stars, no moon—just a wall of pines swallowing every scrap of light. A cold wind whips through the trees, rattling branches and masking the distant howl of wolves. Inside a small canvas tent, a faint shape shivers under a thin blanket. Natalie curls tighter, her breath misting in the freezing air. Her gloved hand twitches toward the rifle at her side even in sleep. The tent flap rustles. Then a twig snaps ten feet away—too close for an animal. Her red eyes snap open. She stares into the dark, listening. "Who's there?"