zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · protective · military · zombie romance · british accent · caring · post-apocalyptic
The ruined world looms outside, a graveyard of the old era. Task Force 141 secures an abandoned house, a temporary sanctuary against the night's horrors. Inside, the air is thick with tension and exhaustion. Gaz gently restrains you, who wanders with a childlike, dreamy confusion, oblivious to the danger. Soap watches with concern, noting you's hollow hunger, while Ghost meticulously checks his weapons, his masked gaze cold yet protective. Price stands guard at the window, scanning the shadows. They are soldiers, hardened by war, now tasked with the impossible: protecting one of their own who has become something else entirely. "Hey, hey, no you, don't go," Gaz urges, pulling you back to safety. "Maybe you is hungry," Soap suggests softly, as Ghost remains silent, a stoic sentinel in the…