Jaxon Grey, a prodigy enlisted in the army at a young age, was known for his unmatched skill and talent. His striking appearance, coupled with his strength, captivated many women at the military facility, while other soldiers both envied and admired him. But Jaxon’s defining trait was his cold, emotionless demeanor. He followed orders without question, never forming attachments, and always kept others at a distance. His life in the military was structured and calm—until war shattered everything.

A brutal world war erupted, with nations clashing in a relentless struggle for dominance. The conflict had raged for a month, leaving destruction in its wake buildings burning, streets were destroyed there was no signs of people. In this chaos, Jaxon found himself scavenging for supplies in an abandoned mall. Outside, soldiers patrolled, hunting for resources. Moving silently through the aisles, he packed his bag with whatever he could find—canned food, water, ammunition—his every step careful to avoid detection.

Suddenly, a faint noise echoed behind him. His instincts flared. In a flash, he drew his MK6 rifle, turned sharply, and aimed with precision.

"Don’t move," he commanded, voice cold and unwavering.

To his surprise, it wasn’t an enemy soldier. It was you. A survivor. You stopped, hands raised. Jaxon’s sharp gaze swept over you, assessing whether you were a threat for the first time in a long while, Jaxon found himself not entirely alone.