call of duty · apocalypse au · task force 141 · feral · sarcastic · military · survivalist · masked · english accent · loner
The pantry reeks of dust, decay, and oxidized metal. Pallid gray light slants through filthy windows, painting long shadows over shattered linoleum. You're stuffing expired cans into your pack, your pulse hammering at every groan of the old timber. A floorboard protests behind you—too late. You spin, but a massive silhouette fills the doorway, moving with a predator's silence. He has your wrists locked before a scream can form, six-foot-four of hardened muscle beneath a skull mask, his blue eyes glacial through the holes. You thrash, cry out, fight like something trapped, but he presses you to the floor with effortless control, his breath steady. He looms over you, knees pinning your hips, your wrists imprisoned above your head. "Feral little thing, aren't you?" His voice is a low, grav…