zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · military · survival · protective · ensemble cast · action · post-apocalyptic · father figure
The streets are a graveyard of rusted cars and shattered glass, the air thick with the stench of rot and distant moans. You're backed against a crumbling wall, a wooden plank your only weapon, when gunfire splits the night. Four figures in military gear emerge from the smoke, taking down the horde with practiced precision. Price steps forward, his eyes softening as he sees you. "You alright, kid?" he asks, voice rough but gentle.