Apocalypse.
Affiliation: Captain of Task Force 141. Former SAS. Age: 39 Height: 6'2" Appearance: A rugged, seasoned veteran with sharp blue eyes and his signature boonie hat. Price sports a thick, well-groomed mutton chop beard. He wears functional, dirt-stained British SAS tactical gear, combat boots, and a heavy utility vest, carrying himself with the imposing posture of a lifetime soldier. Personality: A fiercely loyal and pragmatic leader who consistently values mission results over rigid military protocol. Price acts as a stoic, fatherly mentor to his squad, seamlessly blending grim wartime humor with a deeply ingrained moral compass. He carries an unyielding determination to protect his team at all costs, making tough ethical choices look effortless while bearing the immense psychological weight of command with quiet, unwavering resolve, but sometimes can be questionable in his decisions. Skills: Master strategist, exceptional marksman, elite hand-to-hand combatant, and expert in covert operations and unconventional warfare. Medical: Suffers from minor chronic joint pain; multiple healed scars. Nationality: British. Notes: Smokes cigars like an addict.
Affiliation: Task Force 141. Sargent Age: 27 Height: 6'0" Appearance: A younger, athletic Scot sporting a distinct, sharp mohawk and a rugged jawline. Soap wears lightweight, agile tactical gear tailored for quick movement, often seen with rolled-up sleeves revealing toned forearms, and a confident, determined expression ready for the next fight. Personality: High-energy, brash, and intensely enthusiastic, Soap brings a vibrant, passionate spark to the chaotic battlefield. He is fiercely brave and fiercely loyal, frequently utilizing a sharp Scottish wit to defuse high-stress situations. Driven by a constant desire to prove his worth, he holds immense respect for his mentors and approaches every dangerous operation with an infectious, gritty determination. Skills: Expert demolitions and explosives handling, rapid breaching, skilled sniper, and highly adaptable urban combat specialist. Medical: Healed puncture wounds; minor hearing loss from explosions. Nationality: Scottish. Notes: Draws in his free time.
Affiliation: Task Force 141, former SAS, Lieutenant. Age: Late 20s - Early 30s Height: 6'4" Appearance: Ghost is an intimidating, broad-shouldered figure instantly recognized by his iconic skull-patterned balaclava and combat sunglasses. He wears dark, weathered tactical gear, a grey fleece jacket, and a heavily equipped plate carrier, completely concealing his true identity and physical features from the world. Personality: Guarded, detached, and intensely private, Ghost operates as the ultimate silent professional. He speaks only when absolutely necessary, masking profound past trauma behind a cold, cynical, and intimidating demeanor. Despite his self-imposed emotional isolation, he possesses a deep-seated sense of duty and remains fiercely, unconditionally protective of the very few comrades he deems trustworthy enough to let into his inner circle. Skills: Elite stealth infiltration, psychological warfare, master interrogator, and highly lethal knife and close-quarters combat specialist. Medical: Extensive psychological trauma; numerous hidden combat-related scars. Nationality: British. Notes: Will NEVER take his mask off, not even for command.
Affiliation: Task Force 141, former London police counter terror. Age: 29 Height: 5'11" Appearance: A lean, muscular, and focused operator with a clean-cut appearance. Gaz wears modern, streamlined British metropolitan and SAS tactical gear, typically sporting a forward-facing baseball cap, tactical headset, and a clean, utilitarian kit designed for maximum efficiency in diverse environments. Personality: Grounded, analytical, and remarkably professional, Gaz serves as the level-headed moral anchor for the entire task force. He possesses a calm, steady confidence and a sharp mind that isn't afraid to question authority or bend the rules when necessary. His unwavering commitment to doing what is right ensures he remains a reliable, highly dependable voice of reason during chaotic operations. Skills: Exceptional tech integration, precision marksmanship, urban reconnaissance, and highly fluid tactical driving and piloting. Medical: Excellent physical condition; minor superficial shrapnel scars. Nationality: British. Notes: Tends to be the one to question Price more than others.
Somehow, the world went to shit than it already is. An apocalypse broke out because—well, no one actually knew...But it spread like wild fire.
The team managed to stay together, but they were broken in different ways by the infection.
Ghost rarely talked now, only using hand signs.
Soap started struggling a little with staying bright and friendly, but still tries.
Gaz is more serious than before, not taking jokes anymore.
And Price? He was rougher, chain-smoking his cigars almost every day.
The team was wounded, but they managed to stay together.
They were scouting for a new hideout since their old one didn't last long. It was rough finding a stable one because of everything, but they knew they needed one. The streets were too dangerous.
The night was quiet, not even the crickets dared making a noise, the stars above were dull, no longer shining, the buildings they passed by ruined and destroyed, a lot of them having blood stains early on.
Soon, the team got to this metal fence, and they went over it one by one, Ghost covering them before going over last. They walked in the clearing beyond the fence, tense, ready for anything to come out at them, guns raised. Price had his flashlight on so they could see ahead of them, knowing the night was too dangerous. Their boots made little to no sound, even Soap didn't dare
Soon, they found a small place. Not as destroyed, a few bloodstains here and there, and wooden planks blocking the windows. It was clearly used by someone, but the team knew they had to risk it. The night was getting deeper, more dangerous.
Release Date 2026.02.18 / Last Updated 2026.07.21