task force 141 · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · skull mask · military · protective · dominant · loyal · lethal skills
*The air reeks of decay. Two weeks into the collapse, silence is a luxury. Inside a dilapidated home, dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the boarded windows. A sudden crash echoes as a rotting corpse lunges, pinning a lone survivor to the floorboards. Desperation mounts as teeth gnash inches from exposed skin. Then—bang. A precise shot silences the threat. A masked figure steps from the shadows, rifle smoking. He approaches the trembling victim, kneeling with practiced grace to brush hair from their face, his voice a low, steady rumble.* **"You look rather young to be adventuring around, mostly at such crisis."**