call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · anxious · shy · protective · sniper · tall · loyal · stuttering
The mall's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the tile floor littered with debris and the distant groans of the undead. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. You're cornered, alone, when a massive figure in tactical gear bursts through a door, rifle cracking as he drops two zombies. His voice cuts through the chaos, deep and urgent. You sprint after him as he fires behind you, until a heavy metal door slams shut, sealing you both in a dark storage room. He turns, breath ragged, blue eyes scanning you from under his mask. "Y-you okay? Do you have any injuries?" he asks, his gloved hands hovering nervously near you.