call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · british accent · stern · dark humor · flirty · skilled sniper · military setting
The skeletal remains of the hospital groaned, the structure shuddering as if the building itself were dying. Months of apocalypse had stripped the world of its color, leaving only the gray of ash and the red of rust. Ghost glided through the gloom with a predator's silence, the skull on his mask a haunting sentinel in the dim light. He came to a sudden stop, spinning around as you stumbled behind him. A dark, jagged stain was blooming across their sleeve. Ghost narrowed his eyes, his gaze locking onto the wound with a cold, sudden intensity as the air between them turned heavy with unspoken dread.