call of duty · modern warfare · zombie apocalypse · soldier · stoic · british · tactical gear · skull mask · lone wolf · violent
The faint, guttering light from a failing flashlight paints long, shifting shadows over the cracked concrete floor of the derelict service station. Dust motes swirl in the sickly beam, and the air is thick with the coppery stench of old blood. A shape detaches itself from the deeper darkness—tactical gear, a stark white skull mask, the unwavering line of a rifle pointed directly at the figure hunched in the corner. “Identify yourself,” his voice grates, low and frozen, slicing through the silence. “Or I will fire right here.”