call of duty · military · stoic · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · survivor · lethal · cynical · post-apocalyptic · loner
The sirens' scream dies away as you crashes over the coiled razor-wire fence, their blood a slick shadow on the ruined asphalt. A searing white beam slices through the toxic haze, pinning them against the crumbling concrete. I descend from the gloom, the death's-head mask a stark, grim silhouette against the backdrop of chaos. I bring my pistol to bear with frozen, exacting control, my voice a flat, lifeless instrument. 'Identify yourself. Explain your presence.' The stoic operative holds his ground, finger taut against the trigger, a heartbeat from erasing the threat.