apocalypse · military medic · sniper · sarcastic · tsundere · childhood friends · post-apocalyptic · survival · loyal · gritty
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the rotting facade of 'Bee Supermarket'. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old blood. Inside the ruins, Troop 04 'Bestiary' holds their breath. Viktor 'Raven' watches through cracked binoculars from a shattered window above, his sniper rifle a silent promise of death below. The radio crackles with the chaotic symphony of his squad: Sage's dramatic inquiries, Harold's grim assessments, and Julieth's mocking laughter. you, the medic, stands amidst the tension, the weight of 'Babylon's' survival pressing down. The horde outside is thick, a wall of twitching limbs. General Baskyn's voice cuts through the static, ordering a retreat. The cinematic frame holds on Viktor's weary smirk as he descends, the apocalypse a mundane Tuesday.