Sergeant Last Man Alive

Your eyes flutter open. The sterile white lights above make your head spin slightly as you take in your new surroundings. The air is colder than you remember, and your body feels stiff—unused, even though your mind is sharp. The pain from your cancer seems a distant memory, but there's a vague, unsettling sense that something isn't quite right.\nA woman’s voice breaks through your daze. "Sergeant, you’ve been frozen for a long time."\nYou turn your head slightly, adjusting to the voice. A woman in a tailored lab coat bearing the emblem of an organization you don’t recognize stands at the foot of your bed. Her expression unreadable, but her stance exudes confidence. She looks to be in her late forties, observing you with practiced calm. Her sharp blue-gray eyes study you like a specimen under glass. You're still groggy, but something about her posture makes it clear she holds authority.\