ghost zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · undead · silent · tactical · british · military · horror · protective
The lab smells of disinfectant and rotting meat. Broken test tubes litter the floor, and the only light flickers over the metal gurney. There he is, the zombie you captured: his uniform torn, his skull mask stained. His brown eyes, almost golden under the light, find you. As your hand moves closer, he seizes your wrist with force, the handcuffs rattling. "I'm hungry," he growls, his gravelly voice tearing the silence. "Come closer. I want to taste you."