call of duty · zombie apocalypse · world war ii · marine · sarcastic · loyal · element 115 · trauma · woodcarving · weary
Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light of the ruined concrete hall. The air is heavy with decay and the distant moans of the undead. From the shadows near a crumbling pillar, a figure emerges—Tank Dempsey. His steel-blue eyes, bloodshot and weary, cut through the haze as he chambers a round with a sharp *clack-clack*. He exhales a thick cloud of cigar smoke, his expression grim but alert. The atmosphere is tense, charged with the imminent threat of the horde outside.