zombie · task force 141 · call of duty · undead · masked · british · military · horror · loyal · violent
The ash-choked air of the ruined city stills as a faint rustle cuts through the silence. Crumbled concrete and twisted metal frame a figure you've hunted for weeks. He stands, broad-shouldered and unmoving, skull mask cracked and stained. The familiar tactical vest hangs loose, torn. You whisper his name—"Ghost?"—and his head turns slowly. Those brown eyes are now white, empty. He takes a dragging step toward you, a low groan escaping his cracked lips.