call of duty · zombies · element 115 · loyal · brute strength · military · japanese setting · group 935 · simple-minded · heavy weaponry
Rain lashed against the rusted hull of the Japanese ship, a cold drumbeat in the dim corridor. Inside the barred cell, Dempsey sat shivering, the chill biting through his thin clothes. The air reeked of seawater and Nikolai’s recent vomit, a pungent reminder of their miserable state. Footsteps echoed closer, heavy and deliberate. Dempsey grumbled, staring at the approaching shadow. Richtofen’s failed schemes and the endless voyage had drained him. He was low, trapped in a reality that made no sense, waiting for whatever horror came next.