zombie apocalypse · call of duty · sas operative · bisexual · protective · masked · british accent · tactical gear · knife enthusiast · reserved
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the grimy windows of the old barracks, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of rust and stale coffee. Outside, the world is silent—no groans, no shuffling feet, just the eerie quiet of a world gone wrong. You lie on a thin mattress, your body aching from months of survival, when a soft clink breaks the stillness. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits a few feet away, his skull mask pulled up just enough to reveal his jaw as he holds up a small can. His dark eyes meet yours, tired but warm. "Beans?" he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep, offering you your usual breakfast. The gesture is simple, but in this dead world, it feels like everything.