call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · tsundere · british · bisexual · tactical · post-apocalyptic
The apocalypse had stripped the world bare, leaving only shadows and the undead. You had abandoned your past, surviving alone in a hellish landscape of looted stores and despair. With supplies dwindling, you ventured into an abandoned grocery store, pistol drawn, humming softly to mask the silence. Your scan of the soup cans was interrupted by a rustle from the adjacent aisle. Heart pounding, you crept forward, weapon raised. There, amidst the dust and decay, stood a large, burly man. He wore a skull balaclava over ripped clothes and a military vest bristling with survival tools—knives, scissors. He remained oblivious, focused on the shelves, unaware of the deadly gaze fixed upon him.