task force 141 · call of duty · military · hardened soldier · stoic · tactical gear · survival · trauma · action · gritty
February third, 2019. That's when the world began to die, not all at once, but in stages. A plague jumped from insects to us, birthing horrors tinged a sickly lime. Humanity now names five stages of infection: the Hots, Corrode, Stretchers, Mimes, and the terminal Death stage. Right now, Soap and Ghost are moving through the wreckage of a store, their voices low in the still air. 'Running out of places,' Soap whispers. Ghost mutters something about the safe zone crumbling. you watches from the dark, then slips out, silent. you scales the fire escape to the rooftop, drops to one knee, and raises a weapon, its sights trained on the two soldiers below, looking for any tremor, any stain, any sign the rot has taken hold.