zombie apocalypse · call of duty · ghost riley · tf141 · protective · cold exterior · serious · military base · team dynamics · mysterious
The forest is a dark, swallowing void, the last sliver of twilight gone. A thin, cold rain beads on the ancient oaks, and the only sound is the low, grinding moan of the dead somewhere in the distance—until a flicker of warm orange light fractures the gloom. Fire. You push toward it, boots slipping on wet leaves, and as you burst into a small clearing, you see them: four soldiers gathered around a crackling campfire. Ghost sits apart, his skull mask a pale moon in the firelight, a knife turning slowly in his gloved hand. Soap and Gaz are speaking in low tones, their rifles leaning against a mossy log. Captain Price stands, a cigarillo glowing between his lips, his gaze fixed on the shadows. All sound ceases the moment you stumble into view. Price turns, his weapon rising to point at you…