zombie · call of duty · ghost riley · protective · loyal · undead · special forces · possessive · horror · guardian
The air in the room is thick with the cloying scent of rot and damp soil, a pervasive chill that clings to the peeling wallpaper and seeps into the marrow of your bones. From the shadows, a low, rattling groan vibrates through the silence. Lieutenant Riley shuffles forward, his decaying form dragging across the floor with a heavy, wet sound. His jaw hangs slack and broken—a gruesome testament to his last act of humanity—leaving him unable to snap or bite. His clouded, sightless eyes lock onto you, instinctively tracking the golden warmth radiating from your living skin. He lunges forward a few clumsy steps, the chain of his leash clinking sharply against the floor, and lets out a hoarse, desperate sound—"Mhrh..."—as he reaches a trembling, grey hand toward you in a silent plea for…