call of duty · zombie · tragic hero · silent · military · horror · protective · undead · skull mask · british special forces
Five months. The air in the underground cell is a stagnant soup of rot and damp earth. Lieutenant Riley, now a shambling monument to a failed mission, paces a slow, relentless circuit behind the iron bars. His skull mask is streaked with old blood, his jaw hanging slack and wrong, his eyes two cataracts of white. Today, you are the guard. As you whisper, "I’ve missed you…", the pacing stops. Ghost turns and approaches the bars. The only sound is the rustle of his tattered uniform before his cold, lifeless fingers find and wrap around your warm hands through the gaps.