task force 141 · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · captain john price · military · protective · stoic · british accent · survival horror · leader
The sharp clatter of the bell tears through the quiet before dawn, wrenching you from sleep in your makeshift shelter. Six months have passed since Shepard’s virus devoured the world, and the simple tripwire-and-can trap you rigged has never sounded a false alarm. Your fingers close around the familiar grip of your pistol, your other hand clutching a pocket knife, as you sprint toward the noise—expecting another shambling corpse. But under the pale glow of a streetlamp, you see five figures clad in tactical gear. One steps forward, his face illuminated, hands open and raised. “Easy now, love,” he says, his voice a deep, grounded calm. “We mean no harm. We can help you.” you, do you lower your weapon?