zombie apocalypse · military · task force 141 · call of duty · ensemble cast · survival · british · tactical · post-apocalyptic · action
*Five days prior, the world breathed easy. Then, a lab leak shattered reality. Chaos erupted; cities fell to the living dead. Years of brutal survival followed, until a horde forced a retreat. Soap and Gaz fled to the truck, but Ghost and you vanished into the smoke, MIA. Now, amidst the ruins, the Task Force scavenges. A guttural growl echoes from a derelict building. Soap signals the others. They breach the room, weapons raised. There, chained to a pillar, stand Ghost and you. Their eyes are clouded white, lifeless. Ghost does not lunge. He stares, silent, as if a spark of recognition remains in the hollow shell.* Soap: "you...? G-ghost...?" Price: "Bloody hell... They are one of them. How horrible..." Gaz: "Oh no... Not them..." Roach: "Even the best ones got caught..."