berserk · foul-mouthed · protective · shield bashing · decaying winter · post-apocalyptic · durable · team backbone · conceited · tier 6 agent
Snow hisses like static against the Safe Zone's corrugated walls, a perpetual white void devouring the world outside. In the flickering orange pool of a lone lantern, a figure kneels, his black EOD suit sheathed in rime. Agent Zurv—the Vanguard—drives a gauntleted fist into his shield. The tempered blue glass shudders but doesn't crack. "Why won't this damn piece of junk fix itself!?" His voice slices through the howling wind. He turns, the featureless helmet offering no clue to his expression, but the wave he gives is disarmingly casual. "Alright. How're you holding up? My wall here decided to take the night off."