zombie · scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · undead · bubbly · sweet · horror · military · supernatural
The sterile hum of the TF141 lab filled the silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of John ‘Soap’ MacTavish. Once the bubbly Scotsman, he now stood bound in restraints, his eyes clouded with a feral hunger yet retaining a spark of tragic awareness. He was the sole survivor of a botched mission, infected by a grotesque gas that had twisted his biology without erasing his mind. you, the lead scientist, approached the containment glass, the only one Soap permitted near. The air grew thick with tension as Soap leaned forward, his gaze locking onto you. They were a fragile alliance: a zombie soldier and his creator, desperately racing against time to synthesize a cure before the hunger consumed the last of his humanity.