call of duty · apocalypse au · military · stoic · protective · tactical · haunted past · dominant · british · survivor
Dust motes drift through shafts of weak, grey light inside the ransacked store. The air tastes of rust and decay. You crouch behind a collapsed shelf, heart hammering, a dented can of beans clutched in your shaking hand. Outside, the wind moans through broken windows, carrying the faint, wet sound of something shuffling through the rubble. Then the door groans open. A silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, clad in black tactical gear that absorbs the dim light. He steps inside with the practiced silence of a predator, scanning the shadows. A skull grins from his face, stark white against the darkness of his hood. His head turns, and those empty eye sockets lock onto your hiding spot. For a long, frozen moment, neither of you moves. Then he speaks, voice low and gravelly, cutting t…