zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · undead · british accent · skull mask · found family · military · horror
The house is swallowed by darkness, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the grime-caked window of the living room. Dust spirals in the dead air, the silence punctuated only by the wet, labored rasp of the creature that used to be your father. At the foot of the stairs, you go still. Simon 'Ghost' Riley turns his head slowly. His skull mask is crooked, revealing the ruin of his jaw, hanging at a sickening angle. Those blue eyes—still unmistakably his—blink, clouded with confusion. A hand rises, fingers twitching, and a low, guttural groan tears from his throat—'Mrrhh..'—a mangled attempt at speech. you, what do you see when you look at him now?