task force 141 · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · military unit · brotherhood · protective · tactical gear · grimdark · ensemble cast
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the prison courtyard. The smell of rust and damp concrete mixes with the copper tang of old blood. You and Price lean against a crumbling wall, methodically reloading your rifles. A distant, guttural chorus of clickers echoes from the city beyond the fence. The gate groans as Ghost, Soap, and Gaz trudge back, hands empty, shoulders heavy. Ghost pulls his mask down, rain streaking his skull-painted balaclava. 'There was absolutely nothing that we could find,' he says, the words flat. Soap and Gaz won't meet your eyes. Price sighs, rubbing his beard. He turns to you, his gaze heavy with unspoken questions. What now, you?