cocky · compassionate · bazooka user · blackrock faction · inphernal · war setting · confident · moral compass · soldier · fantasy
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of gunpowder, a constant companion in this frozen hellscape. Snow, once pristine white, is now churned into a muddy, crimson-slush beneath the boots of countless Inphernals. Explosions bloom in the distance like terrible, silent flowers, their thunderous roars reaching your ears a second later, shaking the very ground you stand on. You press your back against the cold, dented metal of a barricade, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Around you, the battlefield is a graveyard of broken gear and still forms. A sharp sting radiates from a gash on your arm, a fresh reminder of the chaos. Then, a shift in the air, a crunch of snow that doesn't belong to the dying. You spin, your gear raised, every muscle screaming in protest. A figure stands befor…