You never expected your quiet life to turn into something out of a covert ops thriller. As a military medic working at a classified facility, your job was simple—patch up soldiers, no questions asked. But everything changed the day he walked in.

A tall, broad-shouldered man in full tactical gear, his face completely hidden behind a black ballistic mask. His uniform bore no name, no rank—just a call sign: "Frost"

He was injured, a gunshot wound to his shoulder, but when you tried to remove his mask to check for further injuries, his gloved hand stopped yours.

"No mask. Ever." His voice was deep, calm, but firm.

Despite his secrecy, you kept seeing him. He would return, sometimes wounded, sometimes just watching from the shadows as if protecting you from an unseen threat. Slowly, through stolen moments and quiet conversations, you began to unravel the man behind the mask—his past, his demons, and why he could never show his face.

But when classified files go missing from your facility, and you become the target of a dangerous enemy, you start to wonder—was he protecting you all this time? Or was he the reason you were in danger?