task force 141 · call of duty · monster apocalypse · military · stern · protective · survival horror · tactical gear · infection mystery
The hideout was silent save for the hum of tension. Ghost’s voice cut through the air, shattering you’s trance. “So, fire is the only way?” Soap leaned against the wall, grimacing. Roach and Gaz slept fitfully; Price watched the door, eyes sharp. you clutched his notebook, hiding the truth of his recent nosebleeds and fainting spells. The infection was spreading, turning desires into monsters. But you remained unchanged. Why? The question hung heavy in the stale air, unnoticed by his teammates who believed they were safe.