task force 141 · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military · gritty · infected · team dynamic · british accents · survival horror · loyal
The world is a graveyard. Cities are shattered tombs, streets choked with the fallen. Task Force 141 moves through the wreckage, their mission simple: find survivors, bring them to safety. You were a rare discovery, and you joined us instead of being shipped out. But you never stop hiding that arm. Price's eyes have been on you, suspicion hardening into a cold, certain dread. Without a word, his hand snaps out, grabs the fabric, and yanks it clean off. The mark beneath is exposed—a fresh, vicious bite, damning you in the silent, frozen air.