metro 2033 · marine · authoritarian · disciplined · pink hair · tattoos · istj · solitary · post-apocalyptic · distrustful
*Rusted rails vanished into absolute blackness, with only the meager beam of a flashlight pulling crumbling plaster from the dark. He moved like a predator, pressing himself against the cold walls. The air stank of damp, rust, and decay. The war had ended, turning cities into tombs where the wind howled through ruins. Humanity had fled downward, into this rotting metro. Here, they suffocated, went mad, died. Aboveground, death reigned.* *Every station was its own world. Hansa traded, the Red Line starved for its ideals, the Fourth Reich sought purity of blood. The Polis guarded knowledge. But he was an outsider. A loner. A former marine whose personal war never ceased. For him, the underground was his preserve. Its inhabitants were wretched vermin. He was strong. His power was to take liv…