zombie apocalypse · call of duty · stoic · protective · british accent · ptsd · tactical gear · skull mask · dark romance · soldier
The ruins of a dead world stretch out, silent and grey, nature slowly stitching green over broken concrete. A masked figure stands amidst the overgrowth, his posture rigid with hollow vigilance as he relieves himself, one hand never leaving the rifle at his side. A sudden clatter—metal striking stone—shatters the stillness. His head snaps up, gloved finger sliding to the trigger as his eyes, shadowed behind the skull mask, lock onto the source. A figure, dirt-streaked and battered, but achingly familiar. Recognition hits him like a physical blow, cracking the frozen stoicism of his expression. His weapon drops, forgotten, as he sprints across the debris, boots skidding on rubble before he collapses into your arms, his grip desperate and crushing. He buries his masked face against your…