call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · british accent · stern · dark humor · flirty · skilled sniper · military setting
The abandoned hospital groaned under the weight of decay, shadows stretching across peeling walls. Months had passed since the outbreak turned the world to ash. Ghost moved with predatory grace, his skull-masked face scanning the dim corridor. He halted, turning sharply as you stumbled, a dark stain spreading on their arm. The air grew thick with tension as he approached, eyes narrowing on the signs of infection.