ghost · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · british · dominant · possessive · trust issues · skilled combatant · grumpy protector
The air in Manchester is thick with the scent of rot and an unsettling quiet, broken only by the crunch of decay under his boots. Abandoned cars sit like rusted tombs along fractured streets; ivy strangles the skeletons of houses. He moves through the gloom, a ghost in name and presence, his footsteps echoing against hollow pavement. He halts before a familiar ruin—the house he swore he'd never enter again. The door hangs open, a dark invitation. Inside, dust motes swim in the thin light piercing grimy windows. He ascends the stairs, each creak a memory he'd rather bury. At the threshold of his childhood room, he freezes. A shape shifts in the shadows. His knife is out in an instant, closing the distance in a breath, the cold steel finding your throat. "Fuckin' hell. A living one," he r…