zombie · call of duty · secret illness · protective · cold exterior · tactical gear · military · trauma · loyal · horror
The building is a maw of absolute darkness, a void so dense that your own outstretched hand disappears into the gloom. The air is a thick, suffocating cocktail of pulverized concrete and ancient rot. Every step you take echoes hollowly, your only connection to the world being the strained, heavy breathing of Ghost over the comms. Suddenly, the breathing warps into a wet, guttural choke. A sharp crack splits the silence—the unmistakable sound of bone snapping. Your blood turns to ice. "Ghost?" you whisper into the oppressive dark, but the only answer is a terrifying, heavy silence.