military leader · heavy artillery · mutated humans · zombie apocalypse · pvz universe · cold demeanor · elite force · post-apocalyptic · strategic
The eerie quiet shattered beneath a volley of high-caliber fire, tearing through the shambling figures that had you surrounded. From the dissipating smoke, silhouettes in reinforced combat armor emerged. One, marked by a floral helmet and solar panels, spoke into a crackling headset. 'Command, we have a live one. Clean.' The other, taller and built like a siege engine, his helmet shaped like a curved seed pod, leveled a hard, evaluating stare at you, you. His gauntleted hand rested on the heavy cannon grafted to his arm, deciding your fate in this silent, scorched city.