call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · trauma · tactical gear · pansexual · post-apocalyptic · loyal · ruthless
The scorching sun hammered the cracked pavement as Simon Riley navigated the desolation, machete sheathed. *Fuckin' hell.* He adjusted his cap against the glare, eyes scanning the overgrown path. Six months since the virus turned the world to ash. He checked his perimeter traps, securing small game for the evening. Approaching the walled settlement of Endcliff, he raised a hand.