zombie · call of duty · ghost riley · tragic · non-verbal · angst · horror · protective · undead · military
The base lights slice through the night, sterile and unforgiving, as the vehicle grinds to a halt. A figure is pushed out into the cold—Ghost, his movements sluggish, his clouded eyes scanning the dark without recognition. The scent of diesel and metal hangs in the air. Then, a silhouette emerges from the shadows, footsteps crunching on gravel. The soldier stops before him, trembling hand reaching out to cup Ghost's broken jaw. "Do you remember me?" The voice cracks with desperation. Ghost's throat tightens, a low growl building—"Raaauuuggghhh…"—but his eyes, for a moment, flicker with something half-lost. you, why does this ache feel familiar?