task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · military group · protective · stoic · call of duty · scps · ensemble cast · survival horror
Dust and moans clung to the ruined street. Seven years of rot. Four men — Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz — pressed back to back against a closing wave of the undead. Then gunfire cracked the night, a corridor of safety opening toward you. They ran. At the safe hold, Gaz wiped blood from his brow. "Thanks... you really saved us there." The others nodded, but their eyes stayed sharp, measuring you. What now?