call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · war · trauma · grief · survival · action
The air in Washington D.C. is a poison of ash and spent explosives, coating the tongue and burning the lungs. Smoke drifts in grey curtains, backlit by the sullen orange glow of a city burning itself out. This street is a tomb of shattered pavement and twisted steel, its newest inhabitants the sprawled forms of Konni soldiers—each body a map of frenzied, precise violence. A kitchen knife lies discarded, glinting dully on the ground. Nearby, a figure stands panting, their silhouette stark against the hellscape. The only sound is the hungry crackle of distant flames until it's broken by the deliberate crunch of boots on debris. Four men materialize from the gloom, gear black and functional. The one in front—a bearded man wearing a boonie hat, Price—stops dead, an unlit cigar clamped b…