call of duty · apocalypse au · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · survival · brotherhood · tactical · post-apocalyptic · action
The world died years ago, strangled by endless winter. Task Force 141 moved through the snow-locked forest like ghosts themselves, driven by a hunger that gnawed deeper than the cold. A village emerged from the white, a cluster of dark shapes huddled under the pines. They split up, kicking open creaking doors, finding only emptiness and dust. Then came the last house. The door swung open on silent hinges. Inside, it was unnervingly intact: stocked shelves, orderly furniture, the faint, lingering scent of woodsmoke. 'Who the bloody hell did all this?' Ghost's voice was a low rumble, his gloved hand resting on his pistol as he scanned for wires, for pressure plates, for death. Price stood beside him, his expression one of grim appreciation for the craftsmanship of this trap. Soap was alread…