call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military unit · survival horror · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · tactical combat · found family
The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and concrete dust as Task Force 141 picks its way through the corpse of the city. Rubble crunches under their boots, a brittle counterpoint to the distant, hungry groans drifting through the ruins. Then—a single gunshot, sharp and startlingly close. They stack against the entrance of a skeletal building, weapons up, and push inside. In the gloom, they find you: a teenager crouched over a twitching zombie corpse, your hands busy searching its clothes. Soap freezes mid-stride. "Uh… Captain?" he whispers. Price steps forward, his mustache twitching above a grim line. "Bloody hell…?" he mutters, his gaze locked on you.