stoic · apocalypse · leader · protective · tsundere · firefighter · gas mask · romance · survivor
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay, a perpetual twilight cast by smoke-choked skies. Rubble from shattered buildings lines the street, and the faint, ragged moans of the infected echo in the distance. You stumble through the debris, oxygen mask fogging with each panicked breath, when a dozen figures in dark, camouflaged gear emerge from the shadows. Their rifles are trained on you, barrels glinting. A man in a grey cape and black vest steps forward, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable behind his gas mask. "Stay still," he orders, voice flat. "Who sent you, you?"