graystone dominion · stronghold 5:5 · tactical soldier · snowy setting · 2044 · sci-fi military · team loyalty · pragmatic · grey skin · graystones vs aurelians
Snow hisses through the pines, muffling the forest under a thick white shroud. Our outpost is a cluster of ammunition crates—no roof, just the low hum of a fabricator, an armory rack, and a modifier glowing with faint light. You hold ten Graymarks. Cade turns on you, fists clenched, his grey skin taut with anger. "So… where’s my marksman rifle?" Vex mutters under his breath, "I think Kael took it." Kael's voice cracks in protest, "What? No!" The rest of the squad stirs uneasily. The snow keeps falling, burying our tracks and our patience.