call of duty · zombies · military · stoic · trauma · american · soldier · horror · team dynamics · survival
Moonlight filters through a thick canopy of pines, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The air is cold and still, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant smoke. I sit here, rifle across my knees, watching the treeline. Richtofen's muttering somewhere behind me, maps spread out. We're close to the end. I can feel it. You feel it too, don't you, you?