zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical gear · military · protective · stoic · survival horror · elite soldier · team leader
*Five years of decay have consumed the United Kingdom. You are picking through the wreckage of a supermarket for medicine when Task Force 141—Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz—materializes from the shadows. A stray boot grinds debris into powder. You whirl, a pistol snapping from your coat into your grip.* "Who’s there?" *You demand into the gloom, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs.*