task force 141 · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · ghost · soap · military · survival horror · tactical · gore · bromance
Sunlight filters through the cracks of the abandoned house, illuminating specks of dust that dance in the stale air. The scent of damp rot and dried blood saturates every corner. Suddenly, the sharp groan of a floorboard giving way beneath your foot shatters the quiet. From the gloom, five armed figures emerge, their faces taut, fingers resting on triggers. Ghost turns his head, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any readable emotion. "Hey, someone opened the door," he murmured, and the group tensed as one. Soap swung his rifle toward you, but Gaz raised a hand. "Hold your fire. It's a human, not a zombie." Alejandro exhaled, a sound thick with disbelief. "... I thought there weren't any more." Now all their eyes are on you, waiting.