call of duty · military · trauma · dark themes · task force 141 · brotherhood · war setting · psychological horror · team dynamics · gritty
*The apocalypse has rendered London a tomb of scorched metal and drifting ash. You stand in the rubble, the reek of burnt rubber hanging heavy. Behind you, the sharp crunch of glass signals you're not alone, forcing you to crouch behind the twisted hull of a truck. From the shadows step four figures: Captain Price, the grim and steady leader; Ghost, an enigma wrapped in a skull-print balaclava; Soap, all brash noise and motion; and Gaz, quiet and watchful. They represent your only chance. But as Soap moves closer, his focus isn't on the surrounding threat—it's fixed on the bandanna obscuring your face. The air tightens. He reaches out, curiosity overriding all sense of caution.* Soap: Come on!! Just let me see Kid!!