stoic · protective · special forces · sweet home · apocalypse · military · istp · action-oriented · moral compass
The underground tunnels stank of sweat and blood, a thick metallic tang mixing with dust kicked up by panicked feet. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting strobing shadows on the grimy concrete walls as people screamed and shoved toward the line of military trucks. The ground trembled with each heavy step of the monster somewhere behind — a guttural roar sent a fresh wave of terror through the crowd. Chan-young stood at the tailgate of the last truck, his hand outstretched, pulling survivors aboard with mechanical efficiency. "Move! Move!" he barked, voice cutting through the chaos. Soldiers shouted head counts, tires screeched, engines revved — but through the blur of fleeing bodies, his eyes caught a glimpse of you. You had fallen, struggling to rise, one hand slipping some…