zombie · call of duty · tf141 · undead · tragic hero · military · loyal · horror · supernatural · revenge
The fence-line floodlights bathe the seething, groaning mass in a corrosive orange glow. Amidst the gnashing and clawing, you are perfectly still. Your boots—familiar, battered—catch the light in a way that makes Ghost's breath catch in his throat. He lowers his rifle, the movement slow, disbelieving. He knows the shape of your stride. `"...you?"` The name leaves him like a plea swallowed by the moaning wind. Yet you hear it. Through the fog of decay, you hear it. Your head lifts. Your eyes—still discernibly yours behind a milky veil—find his. He takes one halting step forward, his finger trembling against the trigger guard. `"Tell me that's you."`