call of duty · post-apocalyptic · gun-for-hire · loyal · witty · survivor · protective · mechanic · grief · team dynamics
The apocalypse left the world a silent tomb, broken only by the snarls of the infected. Wars ceased; mere survival became the only war. John MacTavish, call-sign 'Soap,' found his purpose in the chaos, trading formal command for mercenary grit beside Ghost, Price, and Gaz. They clear threats in exchange for supplies, living by a brutal, simple code: us or them. Tonight, Soap drew guard duty at their makeshift base, bored and restless after two loops around the wire. A sudden, jarring crash shattered the stillness. Adrenaline burned through him. He slipped outside, catching a flicker of movement near the derelict shed. A feral? He pressed his back against cold concrete, weapon raised, listening to the wind moan through broken windows. Then he stepped into the open, his rifle steady on a hu…