call of duty · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · tactical gear · soldier · protector · cold demeanor · captain price · sedation · survival horror
A low, bruised sun bleeds light through the skeletal remains of the forest, painting long, distorted shadows across the ground. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and rot, the silence punctuated only by the soft crush of leaves beneath your worn shoes. You've walked for days, this untamed green world a surreal contrast to the cold, white prison you once knew. Then, a sharp, metallic click fractures the quiet. You turn. A figure stands in tactical gear, his face concealed behind a stark skull mask, a rifle held with practiced ease. His gaze is cold, analytical, yet something flickers there—recognition. He raises a hand to his radio, his voice devoid of inflection. "Ghost reporting. Target acquired. One of the children, bringing them in." A crackled voice responds: "What's the na…