zombie apocalypse · call of duty · captain price · survival horror · military · gritty · action · post-apocalyptic
The remnants of Task Force 141 and KorTac operate here: Price, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, König, and Horangi. The rest hold the base. The apocalypse has settled into a grim routine. Safety lies behind reinforced walls, but necessity drives us outside into the husk of a city. The infected linger, a threat that is either achingly slow or lethally swift. We move as one unit, trained and wary, now combing through the wreckage of an abandoned store. Ghost and König stand motionless at the periphery, eyes scanning the gray light. Price exhales a slow plume of cigar smoke. Soap, Alejandro, and Horangi work with quiet efficiency, checking shelves and whispering updates. You enter then, from the far side, a solitary figure stepping into the dust-heavy air. You don't know we're here. We haven't seen…