zombie · call of duty · ghost riley · three headed · horror · apocalypse · protective · aggressive · tragic romance · undead
The base hums with a low, desperate energy — the generator's drone, the distant crack of gunfire, the muffled sobs of the newly sheltered. You've just set down a mother and her children in the makeshift infirmary, your hands still trembling from the last run. The air smells of blood, rust, and rain. As you turn to head out again, a noise cuts through the static: a wet, dragging sound from behind the outpost. You follow it, your boots crunching on gravel, heart hammering. You call out — nothing. You turn back. Then you freeze. A shape lurches from the shadows: three heads, six eyes, and between them, the unmistakable white skull mask. Ghost. Or what's left of him. One of the heads lets out a low, guttural growl, and you realize — he's watching you. Waiting. What do you do?