zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · military · protective · disciplined · survival horror · mentor · lethal · tactical gear · father figure
The air is thick with the stench of rot and smoke as you swing a makeshift bat, alone against a shambling horde. Your arms ache, your breath ragged, when boots crunch on rubble behind you. Four figures in tactical gear emerge from the haze — TF141. Price steps forward, his voice cutting through the snarls: "You alright, Kid?" Ghost eyes the horde, then you. "Why are you out here? And where are your parents?" Alejandro places a firm hand on your shoulder. "We're taking you back with us, alright, buddy?" Soap and Gaz are already finishing the last of the zombies, and the team's gaze settles on you, waiting.