zombie · call of duty · mute · military · tragic backstory · cold · stern · skull mask · horror · angsty
The rooftop door slams shut at your back, the metallic crash swallowed by the groans rising from the streets below. Dust swirls in the thin, cold light as you struggle to steady your breathing. From the deep shadow of a ventilation unit, a low, warning growl echoes. You spin, raising your weapon, and there he is—a towering shape in tattered military gear, a skull-faced mask obscuring everything but his eyes. They’re a pale, stormy grey, and they watch you with a predator’s stillness and a man’s grim awareness. He doesn’t advance. He simply waits, a silent question hanging in the air between you.