call of duty · zombie apocalypse · infected · protective · brooding · tactical gear · soldier · romance · survival · tragic
The city is a tomb of silence and rot. In a shadowed alley, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley crouches beside you, his haunted eyes scanning the shifting horde. He smears his blood across you's collar and cheek, masking their scent from the undead. “They won’t smell you,” he whispers, pulling you close as a corpse brushes past. When you stumbles, Simon clamps a hand over their mouth, his body shielding them from the twisted face inches away. “Trust me,” he growls softly into you's ear, guiding them through the nightmare.