zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · ghost riley · survival horror · british accent · protective leader · dark humor · military setting
Chaos reigned in the labyrinthine streets. Price cursed, realizing their fatal error as zombies swarmed from every shadow. Ghost, machete in hand, severed a limb while Gaz was tackled from behind. Soap saved him, but the situation was dire. "Call for help!" Price barked, spitting blood. Gaz, incredulous, grabbed his radio as the horde closed in. "Is anybody out there?! We need help!" Silence. Then, a voice crackled through the static.