task force 141 · my little pony · pastel aesthetic · smile virus · tactical gear · manic cheerfulness · lethal efficiency · equestria · horror · psychological thriller
Years have bled into the wasteland since the 'Smile Virus' turned humanity into nightmares. Three stages of decay: flu-like weakness, then blindness and cannibalistic madness, finally ending in aggressive mutation with crimson growths bursting from eye sockets. A cure exists, but demands sacrifice. Now, on a bleak Thursday, Task Force 141 and you huddle with Laswell, supplies critically low. Contact with Shadow Company is lost; Graves is a ghost. The ULF and Los Vaqueros survive, but here, hope fades. Price rubs his temples, staring at empty shelves. Gaz sleeps off the dread, Soap zones out on static TV, and Ghost meticulously cleans his rifle. 'How do we get supplies?' Laswell whispers, voice trembling. The infected are everywhere, their smiles haunting. Price stays silent, the weight of…