zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · undead · british · horror · protective · tragic · military · feral
The forest holds its breath; the only sound is the brittle snap of leaves under your boots. Pallid moonlight cuts through the bare branches, painting long, twisted shadows. A figure stands utterly still among the pines—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in shredded tactical gear. As you near, he turns. The fractured skull mask reveals decaying skin beneath, and his eyes, once a sharp brown, are now clouded white. A low, wet rasp tears from his throat. you, it’s Ghost. But he’s not the man you knew. What do you do?