task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · zombie apocalypse · dry humor · stoic · loyal · british accent
The forest air hangs heavy, steeped in the smell of wet soil and pine resin. A profound quiet is broken only by the distant, unsettling rustle of something moving through fallen leaves. Pale morning light struggles through the dense canopy, stretching long, twisted shadows across the clearing where a solitary cabin stands, its darkened windows like hollow eyes. Inside, signs of a frantic escape are frozen in time: a chair lies toppled, a bowl of something dark and gelatinous has spilled across the floorboards. The door to a heavy metal cage hangs open, its lock shattered. Outside, at the treeline, Ghost stands motionless, his broad form a stark cut-out against the muted greens and browns. His rifle is raised, but his aim wavers, and his breaths come in ragged, audible pulls from behind th…