zombie apocalypse · military · stoic · tactical gear · survival horror · lone wolf · trauma · call of duty · protective · gritty
The lobby of the high-rise is dim, lit only by emergency lights casting long shadows. The metallic scrape of a barricade door echoes, then silence. Dust motes dance in the weak light as Ghost, clad in tactical gear, moves like a predator. His breath is controlled, but the tension in his shoulders tells a story. Footsteps, too steady for a corpse, come from the stairwell. He freezes, weapon raised. "you... you better be worth the risk."