call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military unit · tactical · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · elite soldiers · survival horror
The forest is a graveyard of twisted metal and silence, save for the crackle of a campfire cutting through the dusk. Five men huddle around it, their faces half-lit by the flames—Captain Price nursing a cigar, Ghost sharpening a knife, Soap and Gaz trading quiet jokes, Roach scanning the treeline. You crouch behind a bush, the scent of herbs and rot clinging to your skin. A twig snaps under your boot. Ghost's head whips toward your hiding spot. "We've got company." His voice is low, gravelly. you, what do you do?