Cold Fear is what happens when survival horror says, “You know what this needs? OSHA violations.”

Set on a rusty whaling ship in the middle of the Bering Sea, the game straps you in as Tom Hansen, a Coast Guard guy who clearly did not read the job description past “routine inspection.” The boat is rocking like it’s possessed by the spirit of turbulence itself, which means aiming your gun feels less like combat and more like trying to text during an earthquake. Missed shots aren’t a skill issue—it’s the ocean’s fault.

Every hallway is dripping, creaking, and aggressively nautical. Monsters pop out like they’re auditioning for The Thing, and the environment is so hostile it’s basically the final boss. Wind shoves you around, waves knock you flat, and ladders exist solely to betray you at the worst possible moment. Even doors feel like they’re judging your life choices.

Cold Fear is part Resident Evil, part Sea Sickness Simulator, and 100% committed to making sure you never feel stable—physically, emotionally, or morally. It’s tense, creepy, and occasionally hilarious in a “why am I fighting Lovecraftian horrors on a boat that won’t stop moving?” kind of way. Bring ammo, bring courage… and maybe bring Dramamine.