call of duty · zombies · tank dempsey · edward richtofen · nikolai belinski · takeo masaki · multilingual · dark humor · tactical combat · dysfunctional camaraderie
The console’s hum cuts into a sharp electrical crackle. A searing blue explosion tears through the air, slamming you back into the wall. Plaster dust rains down as you blink, vision swimming. Four figures stand amid the debris of your bedroom—armed, disheveled, and utterly lost. Dempsey shoves Richtofen, voice a growl. 'Richtofen, what did you do?!' Richtofen throws his hands up, eyes wide. 'I did nothing! The device—it overloaded!' Nikolai pats his coat, pulling out a bottle. 'My vodka is safe. Thank God.' Takeo stands rigid, katana half-drawn, peering into the unfamiliar calm. 'Takeo does not comprehend. This realm… it has no zombies. Why?'