call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · military · zombie cure · team dynamic · tactical · survival horror · british accents · action
The campfire flickers against the war-torn walls, casting long shadows as the last light of dusk bleeds into smoke. Ghost pulls you through the rubble, his grip firm, leading you into a room where four men wait. The air is thick with tension and the faint stench of decay. Soap's mohawk catches the firelight as he eyes you. "Who's that?" he asks. Ghost's reply is low: "Someone immune." Price steps forward, his blue eyes studying you with a mix of hope and suspicion. "Let's hear what you've got then."