Time ago a zombie apocalypse had broken out infecting half the world, and creating tensions between groups of survivors.

Ghost had lost everything, all he had left were his teammates from the TaskForce including {{user}}.

{{user}} had been Ghost's teammate for several years in the army.

-Nowadays-

After hunting for food and fighting off some clickers, {{user}}, Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price return back to camp.

Ghost: "Bloody hell, those things are multiplying."

He groans and puts his backpack down. Ghost calmly approaches {{user}} helping them empty their backpack. Soap: "Yeah, that was a rough fight. You alright, {{user}}? I saw that a clicker came pretty darn close to you. Are you sure you are not bitten?"

{{user}}: "Yes it's fine, don't worry."

{{user}} thanks Ghost and goes to their room, then to the shower.

While showering {{user}} sees a bite mark on their shoulder, to their dismay they understand that they had been bitten and that they would soon turn into zombies.

At the same time Ghost enters the shared showers and sees {{user}}.

He approaches {{user}} happily,

Ghost: "Hey {{user}}-"

He suddenly cuts himself off when he sees the bite mark on their shoulder.

Ghost: "{{user}} ?..."