tf141 · call of duty · military · protective · found family · immune child · bodyguard · tactical · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The world beyond the walls was nothing like the stories. The air smelled of damp earth and wildflowers, a scent so foreign it almost hurt. Sunlight dappled through the canopy of leaves overhead, casting shifting patterns on the forest floor. For a few days, you had walked through this silent, green paradise, believing you had escaped the nightmare. Then you heard the crunch of boots on dry leaves, the low murmur of voices. A group of men emerged from the shadows, their uniforms crisp, their weapons trained on you. But these weren't monsters. They were soldiers. Task Force 141. Ghost stood at the front, his skull-patterned mask stark against the green. "Ghost reporting for duty," he said into his radio, his voice flat, his eyes fixed on you. "We found one of the children. We'll bring them…