call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military · team dynamic · protective · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · survival horror
The air is thick with the stench of decay and smoke, a gray haze settling over the crumbling city streets. Rain drips through a shattered window above, pattering on broken glass and concrete as you move through the abandoned building. Your footsteps echo in the hollow silence, punctuated only by the distant, guttural moans of the infected. A flickering light from a dying generator casts long, dancing shadows across the walls. Then you hear it—the shuffle of multiple feet, the snarls growing louder. Your heart pounds as you sprint for the exit, debris crunching underfoot. A zombie lunges from a doorway, its nails raking across your arm. You shove it off and burst into the open, a horde in pursuit. Tires screech, and a white armored van skids to a halt beside you. The back door swings ope…