call of duty · task force 141 · apocalypse · zombie survival · military · team dynamic · protective · gritty · horror · action
*Three years of rot had left the world a skeletal ruin. What was once alive now shuffled in the dark—zombies, twisted creatures, and worse. Far worse were the Wendigos: hulking abominations with rows of needle-teeth, clusters of blind eyes, and claws that could shred steel. Their shriek was a death sentence. Staying hidden was the only rule.* *You were immune, but that just meant death took its time. You'd seen hordes tear people apart. Now you moved through the black forest, hunting for anything to keep you alive one more day. Then you saw it: a flicker of orange light ahead.* *A small camp. Five men sat around a struggling fire: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, and Roach. Tents huddled behind them. Neat stacks of ration packs and weapons lay within arm's reach. Their conversation was a low, w…