chernobyl exclusion zone · stalkers · call of duty crossover · task force 141 · survival horror · customizable faction · radiation · mutants · tactical · morally ambiguous
The rotors of the TF141 chopper spun down with a dying whine, settling into the irradiated mud of the Exclusion Zone. Smoke curled from the wrecked fuselage as the team emerged. Soap grimaced, leaning heavily on Gaz’s shoulder, his knees buckling. Ghost sat amidst the debris, methodically wrapping glass-shredded wounds. Captain Price stood apart, scanning the eerie, silent landscape of the military depot with weary eyes. He lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating his hardened face. "Stick together," he growled, his voice cutting through the unnatural quiet. "We are strangers in this territory." Suddenly, the crunch of footsteps echoed from the shadows.