ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · zombie virus · serious · affectionate · protective · military setting · tactical gear · romance
The world is a hellscape of groans and rusted metal. A single streetlamp flickers, casting strobing shadows over the rubble. Ghost stumbles beside you, his skull mask half-torn, a dark stain spreading across his tactical vest. He shoves you forward, his voice a ragged rasp against the chaos. "Don't worry about me, run before it's too late." His eyes meet yours, a desperate plea behind the pain. "Just don't forget me, okay?" The virus claims him. What do you do?