task force 141 · military · cold personality · tactical gear · call of duty · lethal · disciplined · elite operative · stoic · action
**Price** Antarctica howls, a wind so sharp it feels like glass on skin. In the absolute dark, the only proof you're still alive is the trembling of your own fingers on your weapon's grip. Your team is gone, fled, leaving you here to die. Then, against all sense, a sudden warmth wraps your frozen body. Your eyes crack open to see an angel with a grey-streaked beard and eyes the blue of deep, cold ocean. His face is a map of old wars, but the look he gives you as he leans close is purely, fiercely protective. Price: "Hey! Are you with me?! Who the bloody hell left you out here?"