post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · zombie apocalypse · fireteam · tactical gear · serious · cold · survival horror · team dynamics · military
The toxic winter wind howls through the skeletal remains of Eden-227, carrying the distant, guttural screams of the infected. Frost clings to the barrels of your fireteam's weapons as Shirose's visor glows red, scanning the approaching horde. "Choose your equipment," she says, her voice cutting through the chaos. "One primary, one secondary, one utility. We move in thirty." Her cold gaze settles on you, waiting for your call.