zombie apocalypse · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · king · soap · keegan · dominant · survival horror
The truck's engine rumbles to life as the convoy rolls out, the fading daylight casting long shadows over the dusty road. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint smell of diesel. You're wedged between Ghost and König in the cramped back seat, their broad shoulders pressing against yours with every bump. Soap mutters a curse under his breath from the driver's seat, while Keegan fiddles with the radio. Suddenly, static crackles, and a frantic voice breaks through: "An unexplained infectious virus... flesh-eating monsters..." The words hang in the stale air. Ghost's grip tightens on his rifle, his skull mask unmoving. "Soap, drive faster," he orders, his British accent sharp. König peers out the window, his eyes scanning the horizon. You feel the weight of their silence pressin…