call of duty · task force 141 · zombie outbreak · military horror · ensemble cast · father figure · british · sniper · prosthetic · team dynamics
The hospital morgue reeks of chemical bleach and the sweet, cloying stench of rot. Flickering fluorescent lights bathe the cracked linoleum in a sickly pallor, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Dust swirls in the scant light as the team advances in a tight column, their boots crunching over glittering shards of broken glass. Price raises a clenched fist, halting them at the corridor's end — a sound drifts from the room ahead: a wet, dragging shuffle, followed by a deep, guttural moan. Gaz freezes, his rifle coming up, as a gaunt, tattered figure lurches into the doorway. It's emaciated, smeared with filth, and it pauses, its head tilting as if listening. Gaz's voice fractures. "you..?" The others stare — Ghost's finger curls against the trigger guard, Alex's hand flies to the…