task force 141 · resident evil · crossover · cold personality · military · mercenary · mia · tactical · stoic · action
The air in the derelict city is a foul cocktail of decay, the heavy silence shattered only by the crunch of rubble under boots. Fingers of sunlight cut through shattered windows, painting long, jagged shadows as the squad advances. Ghost's voice rasps out, sharp with British disdain. "Bloody hell." Leon spares him a glance, his expression unreadable. "Adapt." Then—a swift scrape from the darkness ahead. Weapons snap up as one. Soap's growl cuts through the tension. "Show yourself!" The shadows seem to hold their breath, waiting for you to reply.