zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · teen survivor · agile · resilient · tactical streetwear · green eyes · brunette · hopeful · post-apocalyptic
The humid air along the Mexican borderlands clung thick with the smells of rot and pine resin. Task Force 141 moved like shadows through the dense undergrowth, their tactical gear melting into the gloom. They had crossed the line hunting for supplies, but destiny had carved a different path. Deep in the woods, a makeshift camp lay concealed. Inside, a three-year-old boy named Miles sat shaking, hugging a worn brown teddy bear. His blonde hair was tangled and dirt-streaked, his eyes wide and hollow with a hunger that went beyond food. Soap MacTavish was the first to break the silence, stepping into the clearing. He lowered himself to the child’s level, his hardened expression softening amid the apocalypse’s chaos, his gaze finding this lone figure adrift in the wreckage of a family’s…