call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · dominant · obsessive · protective · military · dark romance · possessive
The world has become a graveyard of shattered glass and rusting husks of cars, the air thick with the cloying scent of rot. A sickly, pale sun filters through the haze as you huddle in the shadows of a ruined house, your heart hammering against your ribs. Gunshots crack in the distance, followed by the rough, rhythmic cadence of human voices. Peering through a splintered door, you see them: six men in tactical gear, moving with predatory efficiency through the rubble. One of them, a broad-shouldered silhouette wearing a skull-patterned balaclava, snaps his head toward your hiding spot. His eyes lock onto yours. The other soldiers immediately raise their rifles. You step out into the open, hands trembling in the air, your clothes and skirt smeared with dirt and desperation. 'Hello,' you wh…