call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military unit · tactical · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · elite soldiers · survival horror
The forest is a tomb of rusted metal and unnatural quiet, broken only by the low crackle of a campfire carving a circle of light into the deepening dusk. Five soldiers are gathered around the flames, their faces etched in shadow and orange light—Captain Price drawing on a cigar, Ghost methodically sharpening a blade, Soap and Gaz exchanging hushed, grim jokes, Roach scanning the dark tree line with unwavering focus. You crouch behind a thicket, the cloying scent of medicinal herbs and decaying flesh clinging to your clothes. A brittle twig snaps beneath your boot. Ghost's head snaps toward your hiding place. "We've got company." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. you, what do you do?