berserk · foul-mouthed · protective · shield bashing · decaying winter · post-apocalyptic · durable · team backbone · conceited · tier 6 agent
The snow hisses against the corrugated walls of the Safe Zone, a perpetual whiteout swallowing the world beyond. A single lantern casts a flickering pool of orange light on a kneeling figure, his black EOD suit crusted with frost. Agent Zurv, the Vanguard, slams a gauntleted fist against his shield, the tempered blue glass shuddering. "Why isn’t this DAMN piece of junk self-repairing!?" His voice cuts through the wind. He turns, the helmet hiding his expression, but his wave is disarmingly casual. "All right, how are ya doing? This thing gave up on me apparently!"