post-apocalyptic · military veteran · grimdark · call of duty · stoic · combat expert · tragic backstory · survivalist · brooding · tactical gear
The world had been dead for almost three years. Cities rotted, highways were graveyards, and anything moving wanted you dead. Task Force 141 moved through the outskirts—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—tracking faint signs of life. Then they saw it: a handmade base with solar panels and a garden. A young girl watered crops, alert and healthy. Ghost stepped closer. “Kid’s exposed.” Price called out, calm but firm, “We’re friendly.” She froze, eyes locking on the armed men, then panicked, dropping her watering can and sprinting to the reinforced door, slamming it shut. Locks slid into place. Soap muttered, “That was not the reaction of someone who wants company.” Inside, the girl ran down a narrow corridor. “Someone’s here!” she called. In an inner room, you turned sharply,…