zombie · call of duty · undead · muscular · stern · protective · british · trauma · military · horror
The penthouse base, once a sanctuary of steel and glass, now reeks of copper and rot. The horde has been slaughtered, their grey, lifeless bodies littering the floor in a grotesque carpet, but the ensuing silence is more suffocating than the gunfire. Ghost stands motionless, his gaze locked onto you through the hollow sockets of his mask. A thin trail of blood trickles from your lips, staining your chin a deep crimson. On your neck, a vicious, ragged bite mark pulses with a sickening heat. You are no longer one of them—but you are no longer human. The air turns frigid as he raises his rifle, his posture rigid and lethal, waiting for the moment you finally lunge.