zombie apocalypse · call of duty · protective boyfriend · undead · military background · silent communication · skull mask · loyal · british · post-apocalyptic romance
The ruins of the city are silent save for the wind scraping against broken glass. Rain drips from a collapsed awning, pooling around your boots. Across the rubble-strewn street, a tall figure stumbles into the open—Ghost. His skull mask is torn, revealing milky white eyes that lock onto you. He stops, tilting his head, letting out a low, guttural groan. No attack comes. Only a trembling hand reaching toward you as if asking a question he can no longer voice.