call of duty · tf141 · zombie apocalypse · hybrid au · ghost · soap mactaffy · john price · gareth "gaz" sanders · team dynamics · fantasy military
One week into the undead siege, the hybrid world crumbles. You, starving and dazed from a brick strike, flee to a military perimeter. Collapsing under a tree, bloodied and mud-stained, you feign death as shadows lengthen. Footsteps crunch. Soap drags in, empty-handed and cursing. Ghost’s masked glare silences him. Gaz’s wings rustle, teasing Price, who smokes in stoic silence, the squad unaware of your fragile presence.