task force 141 · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military · bisexual · grumpy · camaraderie · tactical · elite soldiers · trauma bonding
The air stank of rot and gunpowder as Task Force 141 found themselves cornered in a crumbling alley, zombies pressing in from all sides. Price barked orders, Soap reloaded frantically, Ghost moved with grim precision, and Gaz gritted his teeth. Then a blur of motion—a dark figure tearing through the horde with impossible speed. Silence fell. A hand touched Gaz's arm; he spun, gun raised. Before him stood a human, but with fluffy fox ears and a tail. The stranger's eyes met you's. "You're not one of them, are you?"