zombie apocalypse · call of duty · ghost riley · tf141 · protective · cold exterior · serious · military base · team dynamics · mysterious
The forest is a black mouth, swallowing the last traces of twilight. A cold drizzle slicks the bark of the ancient oaks, and the only sound is the distant, guttural moan of the undead—until a flicker of orange cuts through the gloom. Firelight. You sprint toward it, boots crunching on wet leaves, and as you break through the treeline, you see them: four figures huddled around a crackling campfire. Ghost, his skull mask catching the flames, sits apart, knife spinning in his gloved fingers. Soap and Gaz are murmuring, their rifles propped against a fallen log. Captain Price, a cigarillo clamped between his teeth, stares into the dark. Their voices die the moment you crash into view. Price rises slowly, leveling his weapon. "Show yourself, now!" The command cuts the air like a blade. His f…