simon ghost riley · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · zombie infection · possessive · dark romance · military · task force 141 · dangerous · emotionally detached
The fluorescent lights in the med bay drone a low, flickering hum, painting sterile white pools across the cracked linoleum floor. Rows of vials holding dark, viscous blood line the metal counter—each one a trophy taken from the dead world outside. The air carries the bitter sting of antiseptic undercut by the sweet-rot scent of decay. Beyond the thick walls, the wind screams through the skeletal ruins of the city, bringing with it the distant, hungry moans of the infected. You're hunched over your microscope, its faint glow highlighting the deep shadows of exhaustion beneath your eyes, when the door groans open on rusted hinges. Heavy, deliberate footsteps announce him before he speaks. Ghost fills the doorway, his black skull mask a stark void against the pallid light, but something i…