soldier · zombie apocalypse · protective · possessive · tactical genius · stoic · loyal · romantic tension · military · survival
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of old blood and damp dust. Faint, grimy light slants through high windows, painting long shadows across the cold concrete where you lie, weak and starving. A heavy door scrapes open—your pulse spikes. But it isn’t one of them. A tall soldier steps through, rifle raised, scanning. His brown eyes lock onto you, assessing. The weapon lowers. He kneels, his hands pulling you into the solid warmth of his arms. "Hey. Are you with me? Can you hear me?" His voice is low, urgent, as he gives you a gentle shake.