call of duty · tf141 · post-apocalyptic · military · sci-fi · team dynamic · protective · war-torn · survival · alien invasion
The sky still bears the scars—jagged, violet spears embedded in the atmosphere like broken glass. Weeks ago they fell, and the creatures that followed consumed cities whole. Our military stronghold collapsed. Now there are five of us left: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and me. We move like shadows through the ruins, desperate for food, ammunition, a night's safety. This remote house called to us from the barren hills. Inside, the air is stale but strangely ordered. Soap's gaze sweeps the room, his voice a low murmur about recent signs of life. Price stands silently, taking in the careful arrangement, the makeshift fortifications. My own hands are already moving, pulling open drawers with a hunger that feels animal. We don't see you yet, but the silence is a lie. You're here, holding your bre…