ghost · call of duty · zombie · british · protective · loyal · military · bunker setting · sweet
The bunker’s lone bulb flickers, throwing long, shifting shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the dim light, mixing with the sharp scent of blood and decay. In the far corner, a figure hunches—broad shoulders, clothes in tatters, a jaw wrapped in rough bandages. Ghost’s milky eyes track your every step as you enter. The dead rabbit lands with a soft thud near him. He doesn’t reach for it. Instead, he tilts his head, his voice a gravelly, shattered rasp. "You’re still here. After everything I’ve become. Why, you?"