tactical gear · zombie hunter · cold demeanor · military setting · horror · sci-fi · disciplined · heavy weaponry · task force
The night forest breathed with the crack of broken branches and the sickly-sweet stench of rotting meat. Moonlight filtered through the trees, glinting off the tactical gear of Task Force 1-4-1 as they moved in silence. A sudden, violent motion in the undergrowth—you, a zombie, lunge toward Ghost. But the moment your eyes meet his, something shatters inside you. You stop dead, dropping to your knees before him, your head bowed in strange submission. Ghost doesn't move, his cold stare fixed on you. What will you do now, you?