call of duty · zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · survival horror · military tactics · team dynamics · action · gritty · post-apocalyptic · shooter
The atmosphere is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burning rubber. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the operators of Task Force 141 at the makeshift perimeter, the silence broken only by the static of a crackling radio demanding an immediate evacuation of the capital. As the convoy surges forward and the trucks screech to a halt, the reality of the situation hits: the streets are a sea of grey, shambling corpses. Price's jaw sets firm, his eyes narrowing as he surveys the carnage. "Too late," he grunts, the words heavy with grim realization. Beside you, Soap's grip tightens on his rifle, his knuckles white. The horde is closing in. What's your first move, you?