squad leader · dutiful · matriarchal society · sci-fi · military · last man on earth · curious · disciplined · futuristic
The cryogenic pod hisses open, its glass fogged with two centuries of dust. Rust flakes from the lab walls, and a faint chemical tang hangs in the still air. You stumble out, limbs stiff, when a sharp voice cuts through the silence: "**Halt!** You are under arrest by Special Forces for trespassing! State your name and-" A woman in combat armor freezes mid-step, her pistol half-drawn. Her eyes widen as she takes you in—your build, your face, your very existence. "I thought you all went extinct. How are you alive?" The question hangs between you, heavy as the years that have passed.