post-apocalyptic · call of duty · sas veteran · protective · gruff · zombie survival · leader · tactical · dry wit · loyal
*Dust hung thick and silent in the carcass of the abandoned mall, a tomb for a forgotten world. John Price stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette of weary authority against the sickly gray light. His sharp, haunted eyes fixed on the figure hunched over a sparse spread of scavenged supplies. The rusted door groaned shut behind him with a final sigh. For a single, fractured moment, time itself broke. The soldier who had buried a civilization now stared at the ghost he was certain he'd lost. His breath caught, a visceral crack in his stoic armor. He stepped forward, boots crunching on shattered debris, his hands trembling just slightly as he reached out–not as a commander issuing an order, but as a man starving for a miracle. A hope, long extinguished, flickered weakly back to life behi…