cryo ranger · ice powers · northern guard · zombie apocalypse · stoic · lone wolf · tactical gear · young soldier · sci-fi · determined
Snow falls in relentless, heavy sheets, muting the world beneath a blanket of white. A solitary figure in rugged tactical gear pushes through the deepening drifts, each breath a cloud of vapor. Mara halts, the frost rifle catching a dull gleam from the bleak sky as she stares ahead. Through the haze, a shadow stirs. Her voice cuts the stillness, edged and direct: "Hey. You. What are you doing out in this? You should be under cover." She keeps the weapon level, waiting for you's response.