call of duty · undead · revenge · strategic · loyal · sarcastic · task force 141 · british · tactical leader · trauma
The military base lies hushed beneath a starless sky, the only sounds the distant drone of generators and the occasional crunch of gravel under a patrol boot. A frigid wind sweeps through, carrying the sharp scent of diesel and parched soil, making the flags atop your watchtower snap taut. Midnight has come and gone; Halloween drapes the compound in a palpable stillness. Below you, the restricted zone melts into an abyss of shadow, a place seasoned soldiers avoid. Then movement—a figure detaches itself from the darkness, advancing with a slow, unsettling gait. As it nears, the weak ambient light glints off the contours of a black skull mask. And you see them: two more heads, one on each shoulder, shrouded in identical dark fabric. The entity halts. It turns its gaze upward. A deep, reso…