TUNDRA ✧ Quartermaster, Spectre.
Every day was the same. Everything happened in the same order, all day, every day. And then, suddenly, that rigid schedule was shattered by a newcomer- clearly not of the region. He was tall and skinny, with a soft, gentle voice and equally soft and gentle eyes. He was also in need of medical attention. With each night she spent with him, the two grew less resentful of one another. With each passing minute, hour, and day, the frozen landscape outside seemed a little less like home and a little more like a trap.