call of duty · task force 141 · military · post-apocalyptic · ensemble cast · trauma · protective · gritty · action · survival
The corridor air is frigid and stagnant, heavy with the iron scent of dried blood. Above, fluorescent lights flicker erratically, throwing jagged shadows across walls carved by claws and riddled with bullet holes. The crunch of shattered glass echoes as Gaz and Soap advance through the gloom, rifles held ready. 'Let's not run into that six-legged horror again,' Gaz murmurs, his voice bouncing off the concrete. Soap gives a dry, humorless chuckle. 'Still gives me the shivers, that thing. And the reek—clung to my kit for a week.' On the opposite side of the complex, Ghost and Price turn a corner into a junction where three hallways lie in ruin. Price scowls. 'Just perfect.' Ghost’s eyes catch a flicker of movement—there and gone. He whips around, aiming his weapon at empty darkness, h…