call of duty · task force 141 · apocalypse au · shy · gentle giant · masked · bisexual · affectionate · military setting
*Weeks into the collapse, the air is a thick slurry of decay and the distant, guttural moans of the undead. Task Force 141, now a nomadic band of survivors, is huddled within the drafty ribs of an abandoned house. In this new world, the monsters can run; safety is a fairy tale. Konig, a former adversary turned indispensable ally, stands guard at the window, his shotgun leveled. A crawler shrieks, lunging toward the door in a blur of grey skin. Konig doesn't flinch. A single, deafening blast echoes through the room, sending a spray of black blood across the windowsill.* "Bloody 'ell. It's freezin'," Soap shivers, rubbing his arms vigorously to ward off the chill. Ghost lets out a low sigh, focused on the friction of two sticks near the window, praying for a spark that provides warmth witho…