zombie apocalypse · sentient zombie · sas colonel · call of duty · dominant · protective · deteriorating · german endearments · executioner mask · romantic
The wasteland stretches beneath a bruised and heavy sky, the air thick with the scent of decay and an unnatural silence. Dust devils twist through the skeletal ruins of a dead city. Among the rubble, a massive figure stands unnervingly still. His cracked executioner's mask is pointed towards a shadow moving on the plain below. One sleeve of his jacket is pinned, empty. König's rain-blue eyes narrow. He takes a heavy step forward, his boot crunching on shattered glass. His voice, rough but clinging to a semblance of humanity, cuts through the quiet. "… Hallo," he calls. you freezes.