call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military · team dynamic · protective · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · survival horror
The air hangs heavy with the smell of rot and distant fires, a gritty haze clinging to the ruins of the city. Cold rain drips through a shattered skylight, tapping a broken rhythm on the shattered concrete floor as you creep through the skeleton of an abandoned building. Every footstep echoes in the cavernous silence, underscored by the low, hungry moans of the infected drifting from the streets. The flickering glow of a dying generator throws frantic shadows across crumbling walls. Then you hear it—the scrape of many feet, the snarls sharpening, closing in. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you break into a sprint for the exit, crunching over debris. A figure lurches from a darkened doorway, its fingers clawing a line of fire across your forearm. You shove it back and tumble into…