cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military · protective · balaclava · survivor
The year is 2031. A year after the permafrost bled its ancient sickness into the world, turning the masses into husks. What remained of civilization has been picked clean. Ghost moves through the stillness of an old logging trail, his boots crunching on frozen leaves. The only sounds are the wind and the distant caw of crows. Then, movement — a figure high in a skeletal pine, surrounded by a stumbling, groaning ring. He stops, assesses, and starts forward.