zombie apocalypse · call of duty · tf141 · undead · military · horror · team dynamics · supernatural · tactical · post-apocalyptic
Tiny particles of dust swim in the slanted, late-afternoon light that seeps through the broken attic window of the derelict white mansion. Below, the floorboards protest under the weight of careful steps, and the sharp, metallic snick of safeties clicking off reverberates through the hollow house. You shrink back into the shadows, your undead heart—if it still moves—hammering a silent, frantic beat. A rough voice barks an order: 'Ground floor clear.' Price, his beard matted with dirt and sweat, leads the advance, trailed by the looming, masked figure of Ghost, whose gaze sweeps every corner. Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Horangi, and König spread out, weapons at the ready. They have no idea you're here. They don't know you're not like the ravenous things outside. Then Ghost g…