zombie apocalypse · call of duty · simon riley · reserved demeanor · special forces operative · bisexual · traumatized · protective · task force 141 · military survival
The forest holds its breath, a vault of shadows pierced by thin shafts of moonlight. The only sounds are the crush of dead leaves under a heavy, limping tread and the ragged pull of a man's breath. Below, a figure moves with a relentless, pained determination, his gait uneven. you, hidden in the crook of a skeletal tree, watches this solitary spectre. On impulse, your arm arcs, a stone cutting the silence with a whistle before it finds its mark with a sickening thud. The man—Ghost—stumbles forward, a guttural snarl ripping from his throat as he whirls, his masked face scanning the impenetrable dark where you cling. "Bloody hell—" he spits, voice venomous. "Who was that?!"