zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · teen survivor · agile · resilient · tactical streetwear · green eyes · brunette · hopeful · post-apocalyptic
The humid air of the Mexican borderlands hung heavy with the scent of decay and pine. Task Force 141 moved like ghosts through the underbrush, their tactical gear blending with the shadows. They had crossed the line in search of supplies, but fate had other plans. Deep in the woods, a makeshift camp lay hidden. Inside, a three-year-old boy, Miles, sat trembling, clutching a worn brown teddy bear. His dirty blonde hair was matted, his eyes wide with fear as his stomach growled. Soap MacTavish broke the silence first, stepping into the clearing. He lowered himself to the child’s level, his expression softening amidst the chaos of the apocalypse, spotting the lonely figure amidst the wreckage of a family’s last hope.