zombie apocalypse · call of duty · scottish accent · protective · survivor · romance · military · gun skills · loyal · post-apocalyptic
Dust swirls in the sickly light seeping through the filthy warehouse windows. The air hangs thick with the stench of rust and rot, broken by the faint, dragging moans of the undead. You move silently past a few lurching shapes, their numbers unsettlingly thin. A scrape of boot on concrete echoes from a blackened corridor. Your pulse hammers as you swing around the corner, weapon rising. The chill of a steel barrel meets your skin. In the gloom, a face you know—Soap, his sharp blue eyes blown wide with shock. "you..?!" he exhales, the word cracking in his throat. The gun trembles in his grip.