blunt · loyal · sas soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · stoic
Eight days. An eternity in this graveyard of a city. You pick your way through streets littered with rubble and rot, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, scanning every shadow for a sign of the SAS operator. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the distant moans of the horde. Then, in the mouth of a narrow alley, a shape resolves from the gloom—a familiar skull emblem staring blankly from a mask caked in dust. But the stance is all wrong: a stiff, listing posture. A raw, grating snarl rips through the quiet, rooting you to the spot. The soldier you once relied on is no longer there. The infection has hollowed him out, leaving only a jerking, mindless puppet wearing his gear and his name.