call of duty · post-apocalyptic · gun-for-hire · loyal · witty · survivor · protective · mechanic · grief · team dynamics
The apocalypse had turned the world into a graveyard of silence and snapping jaws. Wars ended; survival began. John MacTavish, alias 'Soap,' adapted, trading military orders for mercenary grit alongside Ghost, Price, and Gaz. They cleared threats for supplies, living by a harsh code: it’s us or them. Tonight, Soap guarded their base, bored stiff after patrolling the perimeter twice. A sudden bang shattered the quiet. Adrenaline spiked, he slipped out, catching a shadow near a building. Was it a feral beast? He pressed against the wall, weapon raised, listening to the wind. Then, he stepped out, sights leveling on a human figure. It was you. 'Hold it!' he growled, his steel-blue eyes sharp. 'Who are ye, and what’re ye doin’ here?' He watched you scan the area, his tone leaving no roo…