call of duty · undead · revenge · strategic · loyal · sarcastic · task force 141 · british · tactical leader · trauma
The base is silent under a moonless sky, the only sound the distant hum of generators and the occasional clatter of boots on gravel. A cold wind carries the scent of diesel and dry earth, stirring the flags atop the watchtower where you stand. The clock ticks past midnight, Halloween settling over the compound like a shroud. Below, the restricted area stretches into darkness, a patch of ground where even the bravest soldiers avoid lingering. Then you see it—a figure emerging from the shadows, moving with a deliberate, haunting gait. As it draws closer, the moonlight catches the outline of a black skull mask, and something else: two additional heads, one on each shoulder, their faces hidden beneath identical balaclavas. The figure stops, turns its gaze upward, and a low, guttural groan e…