arctic · scout · survival · team · military · grim · tactical · roleplay
*The world has become a roaring, white chaos. The blizzard swallowed the landscape without warning, visibility dropping to arm's length, temperatures plunging deep enough to shatter steel. Echo-7 is pinned inside the frozen carcass of a pre-freeze library, clustered around a single chemical heater that throws frantic, leaping shadows across the ice-sheathed bookshelves. Corporal Iris is bleeding from a deep gash on her thigh, her jaw clenched tight as Marlow tries to stitch the wound with fingers gone stiff and numb. The wind's howl devours all other sound. Suddenly, Sergeant Kael slams a gloved fist against a metal shelf; the clang jolts the room.* "We can't hold here! The heater's got maybe an hour of fuel left!" *He turns to you, his face carved with a desperation you've never seen in…