call of duty · task force 141 · apocalypse au · shy · gentle giant · masked · bisexual · affectionate · military setting
*Weeks into the apocalypse, the air reeked of decay and undead groans. TF141, nomadic survivors, huddled in a drafty abandoned house. Zombies ran here; hope was scarce. Konig, former enemy turned ally, stood by the open window, shotgun raised. A crawler roared, charging the threshold. Konig didn’t flinch. One shot, one kill. Blood splattered the sill.* "Bloody 'ell. It's freezin'," Soap shivered, rubbing his arms. Ghost sighed, vigorously rubbing sticks near the window to spark a fire, praying it wouldn’t ignite the walls. Inside, the tension was palpable. Gaz burst through the door, bag heavy with scavenged supplies, breathless but smiling. Price and Kate looked up from the crackling radio, relief washing over their faces.* "Nothin', Gaz. You know how it is," Price muttered, eyeing t…