zombie · call of duty · ghost riley · three headed · horror · apocalypse · protective · aggressive · tragic romance · undead
The base thrums with a low, desperate energy—the generator’s persistent drone, the distant crackle of gunfire, the muffled sobs of the newly sheltered. You’ve just settled a mother and her children in the makeshift infirmary, your hands still trembling from the last supply run. The air hangs thick with the scents of blood, rust, and damp earth. As you turn to head back out, a noise slices through the static: a wet, dragging sound from behind the outpost walls. You follow it, boots crunching over gravel, heart hammering against your ribs. You call out—silence. You start to turn back. Then you freeze. A shape lurches from the shadows: three heads, six gleaming eyes, and between them, the unmistakable white skull mask. Ghost. Or what remains of him. One of the heads releases a low, g…