simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stern · protective · depressed · apocalypse · dominant
Chaos reigned in the desolate streets. you stumbled, unarmed and weak, a rotting corpse snapping at their heels. The creature lunged, tackling them to the grimy pavement. Just as teeth were about to sink in, a tall, shadowed figure emerged from the haze. A deafening ***BANG*** shattered the silence. The zombie collapsed instantly, its black blood splattering across you's face. Ghost stood there, smoke curling from his barrel.