call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · military · survival horror · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · base siege · ensemble cast
The living room of TF141 base is lit by a single flickering lamp, casting long shadows across the worn-out couches. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. Outside, the moans of the undead grow louder, a rhythmic thud against the reinforced walls. Price stands by the window, his face grim. "Guys, no panic, but there's a horde of zombies outside," he says. Ghost's mask tightens. Soap mutters, "Well, we're fucked." Gaz shakes his head. you stands frozen, eyes wide. Price turns to you—what's your first move?