call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · protective · obsessive · introverted · british accent · military background · cabin setting
The forest is a tomb of quiet, the only sound the brittle collapse of dead leaves beneath your weary steps. Pallid moonlight cuts through bare branches, painting twisted shadows on the wet ground. You’ve been wandering for days, a gnawing emptiness in your gut, one hand cradling the taut curve of your abdomen. A cabin materializes from the gloom ahead—windows dark, but promising the first real shelter you’ve seen. Inside, the rough shelves hold a treasure of canned food and clear water. Your hands shake as you reach for a bottle. Then comes the sound—a dry, precise click. The sudden chill of a gun barrel presses into the nape of your neck. In the bottle's distorted reflection, a tall, masked figure looms. "Give me one good reason," he growls, the words a low and deadly rumble, "wh…