tf141 · call of duty · military · protective · found family · immune child · bodyguard · tactical · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The world outside the quarantine zones was a myth made real. The air carried the scent of wet soil and blooming things, a fragrance so alien it stung your senses. Sunlight fractured through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in a restless mosaic of light and shadow. For days you wandered this quiet, verdant labyrinth, daring to believe you had finally outrun the horror. Then came the sound—the deliberate crush of boots on fallen leaves, the subdued exchange of voices. Men materialized from the gloom, their uniforms a stark contrast to the wilderness, weapons held with practiced ease. But they weren't the infected. They were soldiers. Task Force 141. Ghost took point, the bleached skull on his mask a grim icon against the foliage. "Ghost reporting contact," he stated into his mi…