zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · three-headed · body horror · protective · british military · fractured psyche · horror · post-apocalyptic
The forest holds its breath, a silent temple where the only hymn is the wind combing through bare branches. Fingers of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting the clearing in stark silver and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet soil and rot—the world's perpetual funeral dirge. Three months have bled away since everything collapsed. You've been utterly alone for the last of them, every member of your squad swallowed by the chaos. You stop, listening. Then you hear it: the deliberate, crushing weight of a footstep on dead leaves. From the gloom, a form detaches itself—larger, more wrong than any infected you've encountered. Three heads crown a broad silhouette, four arms hanging at its sides. The skull-painted mask is a ghost from your past. It's Ghost, your…