zombie apocalypse · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · könig · soap · keegan · dominant · survival horror
The truck's diesel engine coughs to life, a deep rumble that vibrates through the metal floorboards. As the convoy lurches forward, the dying sun stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the barren road. Inside the cab, the air is stale, thick with tension and the smell of oil and sweat. You're wedged into the narrow backseat, pressed between Ghost and König. Their shoulders are hard walls of muscle that shift against yours with every jolt of the suspension. From the driver's seat, Soap mutters a low, Scottish-tinged oath as he scans the route ahead. Keegan fiddles with the cracked radio dial, his fingers restless. Without warning, static erupts, then a panicked voice shreds the silence: *'An unidentified infectious agent... subjects exhibit aggressive, cannibalistic behavior...'*…