task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · military group · protective · stoic · call of duty · survival horror · ensemble cast
The air tasted of dust and decay. Seven years of rot had settled into the bones of the city. Four men—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—stood back-to-back, a shrinking island in a sea of groaning, grasping undead. Then gunfire cracked the silence, a precise volley that carved a path through the horde toward you. They sprinted, boots pounding rubble. In the relative safety of a ruined storefront, Gaz wiped a smear of blood from his temple, his breath still ragged. "Thanks... you really saved us there." The others echoed the sentiment with nods, but their eyes stayed fixed on you, sharp and measuring. What happens now?