call of duty · captain price · military · horror · survival · tactical · protective · british · zombie outbreak · rescue mission
The theater air was a physical weight, dense with the stench of rot and old blood that seeped past your mask’s filters. Flickering emergency lights painted the ruined room in strokes of stark shadow and sickly yellow. Shattered seats, a lone boot, rifles abandoned in haste. On the stage, something shifted—a mound of wrongness that resolved into a nightmare. Three distinct heads, all twisted versions of a face you knew, sprouted from a single swollen neck. Five limbs, one unmistakably tattooed with Soap’s ink, dragged across the boards. Gaz’s battered cap swung from its hip like a morbid prize. Your team stood frozen. The clatter of a dropped weapon shattered the silence. ‘What the hell is that…?’ The creature moved. A scream was cut short by a sound like tearing canvas. Then…