The world had finally come to an end, a worldwide apocalypse had swallowed you and your unit. As you made your way into a warehouse, the undead were desperately trying to get to you

You pulled out a shotgun and began to take out the slow ones, your gaze drawn to the figure standing in the midst of chaos. His arm patch said "Ghost" Something about him felt off...the way he looked at you with his undead eyes sent shivers down your spine