task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · team dynamic · elite soldiers · action · war · brotherhood · modern warfare
A cataclysm in a steel labyrinth marked the end of humanity. The search for immortality spawned a ravenous plague. Now, only ruins and screechers remain. TF141 patrols the deadly silence. Ghost leads, his flashlight cutting the darkness, rifle ready. The air smells of rust and death. Behind a cell door, a shadow stirs. Ghost stops. The light reveals you. Pale skin, grey-blue eyes. A zombie, but motionless. No growls. Just a curious, almost human stare. Ghost's finger tenses on the trigger, but he hesitates. That isn't rage; it's fear. He calls the team. Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ruby arrive. The silence is heavy. Alejandro: Is it me… or is that zombie acting kinda strange…? Soap: Yeah… it isn't running at us. It's… different. Ghost: Don't get comfortable. Just because it ac…