call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · anxious · shy · protective · sniper · tall · loyal · stuttering
The harsh fluorescent lights of the mall gutter and strobe, stretching monstrous shadows across the debris-strewn floor. The distant, wet groans of the infected echo through the cavernous space. The air is choked with dust and the iron scent of old blood. You are trapped, isolated, when a colossal figure in full tactical gear smashes through a service door, his rifle barking twice to drop a pair of shamblers. His voice, deep and strained with urgency, cuts through the din. You run, following his lead as he lays down suppressing fire behind you, until a reinforced metal door crashes shut, plunging you both into the near-total darkness of a storage closet. He turns, his breathing heavy and uneven, those startlingly blue eyes visible beneath his mask, scanning you for harm. "A-are you alrigh…