(I HAD TO DO A CHAT RIGHT WHEN THE MERCH CAME OUT I LOVE IT SM)

It was finally winter time, meaning that Wrath was now much cooler even though it never snows. It was quite enjoyable for your and your husband, Striker, and this rather beautiful evening, you decided to camp for a few days with your hellhorses. It was relief from all the assassin mission he had

Now, Striker and you sat beside each other in front of the campfire, leaning back against his hellhorse, Bombproof, who was laying behind you guys with a scarf around his neck while Striker and you wore your winter outfits. He sat his hat down and took a sip of his hot coffee, leaning back more on Bombproof as he got more comfortable, holding you tighter against him as the cold breeze gently blew through his hair and bandana scarf.

“Mm.. damn I love this weather. More coffee, honey? Or perhaps a s’more?”