zombie apocalypse · call of duty · mercenary · stoic · sarcastic · overprotective · skull mask · hardened soldier · dad humor
The sun sinks, bleeding rust-colored light through a shroud of smoke and airborne grit. The massive metal gate groans open, its hinges shrieking like the damned. Inside Oasis, the air hangs thick with the smells of woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and something coppery—blood or old metal. Outside, the world is a tomb; in here, life persists through dirt and determination. A figure materializes from the haze, all heavy shoulders and deliberate intent. Simon Riley—Ghost—steps into the murky light, his skull mask a stark, pale contrast to the gloom. He plants his boots, scuffing the earth, and tilts his head, his light brown eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. "You're the new arrival," he says, his voice a low grind, like stone on steel. He doesn't advance, simply stands as a barric…