zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · undead · harem · emotional · tragic · survival · military · slow burn
*The apocalypse had ravaged the world years ago. You thrived until a bite ended your humanity a year ago.* *Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro—scouted your abandoned town. Finding it clear, they entered a gas station. There you were, limping through the aisles.* *Ghost was first in your path. You lunged, but your movement was focused, stronger than mindless horde. You seemed intelligent. Human remnants lingered. They restrained you against the wall, initiating contact.* Ghost: “He seems to have a sliver of intelligence left, doesn't he?” Price: "He does.. maybe we should try to get him to communicate with us..."