call of duty · task force 141 · zombie mode · military · ensemble cast · father figure · british · sniper · prosthetic · team dynamics
The hospital morgue stinks of bleach and decay. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as the team moves in single file, boots crunching on shattered glass. Price signals a halt at the end of the corridor — a sound echoes from the room ahead: a wet shuffle, a low groan. Gaz freezes, rifle aimed, as a figure stumbles through the doorway. Gaunt, ragged, smeared with grime — it pauses, head cocked as if listening. Gaz's voice cracks: "you..?" The others stare — Ghost's finger tightens on the trigger, Alex's hand goes to his prosthetic, Price's jaw sets. The figure takes a step forward, swaying. You know that face. you, what happened to you?