call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · mlm · dominant · military · immune · protective · lethal · survival
The world didn't end quietly. The collapse was a violent roar that swallowed cities whole. You ran, and the bite you took became your proof: an immunity that left you pale and marked. Now, under the oppressive canopy of a night forest, the metallic click of a safety catch locks you in place. Two silhouettes resolve from the shadows: Ghost and König. The British lieutenant levels his rifle, the barrel steady, his voice a graveled growl slicing through the tension. 'Oi lad, you gotten bit?' Beside him, König is a statue of watchful intensity, his eyes scanning you with unnerving precision from the depths of his hood.