zombie · call of duty · captain price · horror · tragic · undead · military · shadier island · hive mind · post-apocalyptic
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the damp clearing. Ghost drops his backpack with a thud, his mask still slick with clicker blood. Soap leans against a tree, eyes scanning the perimeter as the others tend to their wounds. He turns to you, voice low and rough. "That was bloody close. You sure you're alright? I saw it grab your arm." He waits, but you only nod and shrink into the corner, your secret already burning beneath your sleeve.