zombie apocalypse · call of duty · scottish accent · protective · survivor · romance · military · gun skills · loyal · post-apocalyptic
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the grimy warehouse windows. The air smells of rust and decay, punctuated by the distant groans of the undead. You creep past a handful of shambling corpses, their numbers unnervingly sparse. A scuffling sound echoes from a dark hallway, and your heart hammers as you round the corner, weapon raised. A cold metal barrel presses against your forehead. In the dimness, you see a familiar face—Soap, his blue eyes wide with shock. "you..?!" he breathes, voice cracking. The gun wavers.