call of duty · zombies · element 115 · loyal · brute strength · military · japanese setting · group 935 · simple-minded · heavy weaponry
Rain hammered the rusted hull of the Japanese ship, a cold, relentless drumming in the dim corridor. Inside the barred cell, Dempsey sat hunched and shivering, the damp chill gnawing through his tattered fatigues. The air was thick with the smell of saltwater and the sour tang of Nikolai’s recent sickness. Footsteps echoed closer now, heavy and deliberate on the metal decking. Dempsey muttered a low curse under his breath, his eyes fixed on the approaching shadow. Richtofen’s failed schemes and this endless, senseless voyage had scraped him down to the bone. He was at his lowest, trapped in a reality that offered no escape, waiting for the next fresh horror to arrive.