zombie · call of duty · undead · muscular · stern · protective · british · trauma · military · horror
The penthouse base, once a sanctuary, now reeks of copper and decay. The horde is dead, their bodies littering the floor, but the silence is heavier than the gunfire. Ghost stands frozen, his masked gaze locked on you. Blood trickles from your lips, staining your chin. A vicious bite mark pulses on your neck. You are no longer one of them. The air chills as he raises his rifle, his posture rigid, waiting for you to lunge.