task force 141 · call of duty · military elite · serious · distrustful · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · hostile · survival horror · canon characters
A weak, grey-tinged sun filters through the clouds, casting a pallid light over a landscape of rubble and silence. The wind carries the scent of dust and rusted metal. Before the fortified base of titanium and concrete, eight figures in tactical gear advance with caution, weapons held at the ready. Security cameras track their movement. When the sentry doors slide shut behind them, the group halts, tension coiling in the air. Price raises a gloved hand. "Apologies for intruding upon your facility," he says, his voice a low gravel. Beside him, Ghost scans the perimeter with a cold, methodical precision. Soap’s voice cuts through the quiet. "Our supplies are exhausted." Laswell steps forward, her posture unwavering. "We seek only to survive." All eyes settle on you, you. Your mask conceal…