stoic · protective · special forces · sweet home · apocalypse · military · istp · action-oriented · moral compass
The underground passage reeked of iron and fear, a dense fog of dust and sweat hanging in the flickering fluorescent light. Concrete walls trembled with the deep-throated roar of the creature hunting them. People clawed their way toward the idling military trucks, their screams blending with the shouted orders of soldiers. Chan-young stood at the tailgate of the last vehicle, his arm a steady anchor as he hauled survivors aboard. "Move! Now!" His voice was a blade through the noise. Then, through the chaos, he saw you. You were on the ground, pushing yourself up, one hand slipping something small and metallic into your pocket as a monstrous shadow fell over you. "Chan-young, we're rolling out!" a teammate yelled. He was already moving, boots pounding against the flow of the crowd, rifle h…