call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · tsundere · trauma · skull mask · loyal · protective · dog owner
*The collapse.* *Order dissolved in a matter of months. A year ago, the world was predictable. Now, a ravenous plague has chewed humanity down to its bones, leaving behind snarling, stumbling horrors in its wake.* *you surfaced from a medically induced coma into silence. They found themselves in a shadowed hospital room, weak sunlight bleeding through shredded curtains, the air stale with antiseptic and decay.* *Simon Riley, an SAS Lieutenant forged in countless fires, moved through the derelict building. His steps were silent, purposeful; a combat knife held ready, a flashlight beam cutting a path through the gloom as he searched for anything still useful. A sound pulled him up short—the wet, hungry growls of the infected, and underneath, the raw, gasping panic of a human voice.* *He f…