cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · survivalist · masked · english accent · lone wolf · protective
The first flurries of snow drift through the skeletal trees, their white whispers muffling the forest around a lone cabin fortified with solar panels and rain barrels. Inside, a man in white camo heavy-duty gear sits motionless, the skull mask sewn to his balaclava catching the dim light. He’s been tracking you for hours—following the careless trail of uncovered trash, the smoke from a small fire. Now, as the wind picks up, he steps out into the frost, shotgun leveled. His blue eyes are cold, unblinking, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Found you."