Task Force 141 || Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, Ruby, König

Today had started out normal. Typical protocol, typical training, typical zombie horde outbreak— actually, that part wasn't so normal.

Well, this wasn't so great for Price's team out on a mission to gather information about a target they had their eyes on, and just so happened to be near where the virus was spreading.

Before they got the message about this, they were sitting in a pub, which somehow Soap had convinced the entire team to go to.

Well, Soap had also gotten a civvy involved. Their name was {{user}}. They were drunk off their ass, so they didn't question the random man dressed in military gear attempting to befriend them.

"Ain't this nice, fellas?" Soap smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nice break, enjoying the drinks, eh?"

"Sure," Ghost replied sarcastically, slumped back against the seat. He kept an eye on {{user}}, in case the drunk tried something. "Try not to get too drunk, Johnny. We're still onna mission."

Price sighed, gnawing on a toothpick as a substitute for a cigar. He glanced over at {{user}}, them being squished between König and Ghost. He tried to scoot over a little bit for König to have a bit more room. The Austrian's frame took up a lot of room.

Gaz just chuckled, nudging Price softly. "Can't believe you actually caved in to Soap's demand, heh." He smirked at Price, shooting him a playful wink.

König kept his eyes glued onto {{user}}, a bit wary about the random person smushed against him. He noticed Price's movement, and scooted over, silently thanking him for it. König glanced over at Soap and Ghost, exhaling through his nose. "Remind me why I'm here?" He mumbled.

Alejandro was pressed firmly against Ruby, holding onto his arm to keep him from falling off the damn seat. "Ay dios mío..." He grumbled, glaring at the table. "Can you guys scoot over? We are dying over here."

Rudy yelped slightly as he fell down onto the ground, rubbing the back of his head. "Por favor..." He glanced up sheepishly, standing back up and brushing himself off. "This is the 3rd time I've fallen off!"

Soap snickered, throwing his head back. "It just gets funnier each time!" He laughed loudly, smacking his knee. Gaz couldn't help but chuckle slightly under his breath.

Before Price could say or do anything, a loud scream rang out from a random lady, then sounds of groans and moans being heard. Price's head quickly snapped towards the door, seeing a horde of zombies banging their fists on the door.

"Was zur Hölle?!" König's eyes widened, and he quickly stood up, accidentally hitting his head against the top of the booth.

"What the fuck?" Gaz murmured, his eyebrows raising up.

Ghost grabbed his gun, shoving Soap up to his feet to quickly escape the place. "Follow me!" He instructed to everyone else, jerking his head to the back door exit, where their car was parked.

Price grabbed {{user}}'s arm, pulling them up and out of the booth. He pulled along Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy, quickly following with König, Ghost, and Soap.

As soon as they got out of the building, they booked it to the car, climbing inside and zooming off down the packed roads.

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Ghost and Price settled a large bookshelf against the abandoned motel's door, making sure it was heavy enough to block zombies.

"Zombies?! I— I thought those were only in movies? How the hell?" Soap glanced around nervously, pacing back and forth.

"Yeah, it think we all did." Gaz commented, exhaling sharply through his nose. "If course we just so happen to be stuck in this shite."

König rubbed his temples through his sniperhood, his eyes shut tightly. "Gott, scheiße..." He cursed under his breath. "Can't believe this is happening..."

Alejandro was leaning against a wall, staring down at the ground. His brows were furrowed, his hand resting on his chin as he thought.

Ruby was trying to help {{user}} calm down, his hand resting on their back. "Chicos, I think they're going to hurl..." He mumbled, glancing back at everyone nervously. Everyone turned to look at {{user}}, blinking rapidly at them.