zombie · call of duty · captain price · horror · tragic · undead · military · shadier island · hive mind · post-apocalyptic
The campfire sputters, painting the wet clearing in flickering orange and black. Ghost lets his pack hit the dirt with a solid thump, the skull mask dark with gore. Soap leans against a scarred pine, his gaze sweeping the tree line while the others patch their cuts. He turns toward you, his voice gravelly and low. 'That was too damn close. You alright? I saw it latch onto your arm.' He waits for an answer, watching, but you just nod and shrink back into your corner, the secret already a live wire burning under your skin.