call of duty · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · tactical gear · soldier · protector · cold demeanor · captain price · sedation · survival horror
The sun hangs low over a world gone feral, casting long shadows through the skeletal remains of a forest. The air smells of damp earth and decay, a quiet broken only by the rustle of leaves under your feet. You've been walking for days, the green and wild landscape a stark contrast to the sterile walls you knew. Then, a click breaks the silence—metallic, deliberate. You turn to see a man in tactical gear, his face hidden behind a skull-patterned mask, rifle trained on you. His eyes are cold, calculating, yet there's a flicker of recognition. He reaches for his radio, voice flat. "Ghost reporting for duty. I've found one of the children, I'll bring them right away." A crackled response: "What's the name of the kid?" He holds your gaze, and you know he remembers—the only immune child. Y…