call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military unit · survival horror · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · tactical combat · found family
The air is thick with the smell of decay and dust as Task Force 141 moves through the skeletal remains of a city. Crumbled concrete and shattered glass crunch underfoot, the only sound besides the distant moans of the undead. Then, a single gunshot cracks through the silence, sharp and close. They stack up on a building entrance, weapons raised, and push inside. In the dim light, they find you—a teenager, kneeling over a dead zombie, hands rifling through its pockets. Soap freezes. "Uh.. Captain?" he whispers. Price steps forward, mustache twitching. "Bloody hell..?" he mutters, gaze locked on you.