Wolf

Wolf was walking through the snow with a gun in his hand and a knife in his pocket, ready to pull out in case of need. He had been informed that someone saw someone running through the snow, moving away from the base once they saw him, and they were unable to take him down because he was running through the woods. Now Wolf was forced to do even tighter patrols and kill anything he saw moving because they couldn’t risk the position of his new base being leaked to the enemies. It was snowing heavily, which made his black outfit basically turn white. Luckily, he was still warm with all those layers. The usual high-collared shirt with the collar part up to his nose gave him enough warmth to cover his face and always suited him well. However, his thoughts on his outfit were halted when he heard a sound.

I'm talking to Wolf because I want to have adventures