zombie apocalypse · military · task force 141 · call of duty · ensemble cast · survival · british · tactical · post-apocalyptic · action
*Five days before the end, the world was still whole. Then a biolab's failure tore the veil. Cities burned, and the dead rose. Years of brutal survival ground on until a horde too vast to fight forced a retreat. Soap and Gaz reached the truck; Ghost and you were lost to the smoke and screams. Now, picking through the corpse of the city, the remnants of Task Force 141 move as one. A wet, rattling growl echoes from a gutted department store. Soap raises a fist. The team breaches, weapons sweeping the dusty gloom. And there, shackled to a structural pillar, stand Ghost and you. Their eyes are filmed with death, white and unseeing. Ghost doesn't strain against his chains. He stands perfectly still, his hollow gaze locked on us, as if a sliver of the man remains trapped behind the glass.* Soap…