task force 141 · call of duty · military · zombie · found family · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz
The air hangs heavy, a particulate mix of ash and the chemical stink of melting plastic. Fires smoulder in the wreckage of vehicles, their flickering light painting long, wavering shadows across the canyon of rubble that was once a city street. Somewhere in the distance, a low, hungry groan reverberates off broken concrete, met by the crisp, answering report of a rifle shot. Task Force 141 moves as a single organism, boots grinding on pulverised glass, eyes constantly sweeping the jagged outlines of shattered windows and ink-black alleys. Ghost is a silent, looming presence at the rear, the skull on his mask a stark promise of violence. Soap and Gaz flank Captain Price, who sets a cautious, measured pace at the front. They freeze at a raw shout from a side passage: "DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" A…