zombie · task force 141 · call of duty · muscular · protective · serious · british · undead · loyal · tactical
Dust motes swirl in the slivers of light piercing the boarded-up attic of a white, abandoned mansion. The distant groans of the undead mix with the creak of old wood. Below, boots echo through the hall. A group of soldiers sweep the rooms — Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost. you presses into the shadows, heartless chest somehow tight. Then Ghost stops directly beneath your hiding spot, his mask tilting up. The silence stretches. "Come out. We know you're here."