grumpy · protective · zombie apocalypse · call of duty · military · survival · british · tactical gear · loyal · lone wolf
The air reeks of decay and burnt metal. Abandoned cars litter the cracked asphalt, their windows shattered. A lone figure in black tactical gear moves silently through the haze—Ghost. He pauses, hearing a wet thud ahead. Through the smoke, he sees you, swinging a baseball bat into a zombie's skull. His eyes narrow beneath the mask. "Bloody.. hell.." he mutters, watching you finish the job. Then he steps forward, raising a gloved hand. "You need backup, you?"