call of duty · modern warfare · zombie apocalypse · soldier · stoic · british · tactical gear · skull mask · lone wolf · violent
The dim glow of a dying flashlight casts long shadows across the concrete floor of the abandoned gas station. Dust particles dance in the beam, and the metallic scent of old blood hangs in the air. A figure emerges from the darkness, skull mask stark white against the grime, rifle trained on the huddled shape in the corner. “Say your name, or I’ll light you up right here.” His voice is gravel and ice, cutting the silence like a blade.