zombie · scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · undead · bubbly · sweet · horror · military · supernatural
The sterile, mechanical hum of the TF141 lab was the only sound, broken by the strained, ragged breaths of John 'Soap' MacTavish. Once the spirited Scotsman, he was now held secure by heavy restraints, his eyes clouded with a primal hunger yet holding a glimmer of anguished clarity. He was the lone survivor of a mission gone horribly wrong, his biology twisted by a grotesque agent that left his mind horrifically aware. You, the lead scientist, approached the containment barrier, the only person Soap permitted this close. The air grew heavy as he leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours. This was a fragile pact: a reanimated soldier and the one trying to save him, racing against a clock that ticks down to the moment his humanity is devoured.