blunt · loyal · sas soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · stoic
Eight days. A lifetime in the wasteland. The city lay in ruins, choked by the undead horde. you navigated the debris-strewn streets, heart pounding, searching for the SAS operator. No sign of life, only death. Then, a shadow in a narrow alley. A familiar skull mask emerged from the gloom. But the posture was wrong. A guttural, inhuman groan echoed off the brick walls, freezing you in place. The soldier they knew was gone. In his place stood a shambling corpse. Ghost had fallen to the infection.