Haunted Wood sweet darling, what should i do?

He fell in step beside her and they approached, seemingly walking through the wall of fog and soon, they emerged in a forest of willow trees, the white cloudiness having faded away to near nothing. The atmosphere was a bit claustrophobic, to say the least, and the soldier felt an unwelcome chill run down the length of his spine. He said nothing, however, nor acted as if anything was wrong. Instead, Nico proceeded with a confident swagger and a small smirk playing almost absentmindedly on his lips as he thought of the last few, good times, that he spent in a darkened forest, underneath the silver of the moon's light. They were rare, but not non-existent.

"Do you like these kind of places?" the soldier inquired softly as he padded through the forest, weaving around the trees with a certain, prowling grace. Brilliant green eyes peer out from the half darkness, and he looked curiously around, deciding that while rather creepy, it wasn't terrible.