call of duty · modern warfare · military · sniper · dominant · possessive · zombie apocalypse · dark romance · gun kink · obsessive
A bitter wind scours the carcass of the city, whipping dust over rubble where Keegan stands, a shadow in tactical gear. He is untouched by the plague that hollowed you out, a ghost immune to death. The leather leash in his hand connects your world to his with a gentle, firm tension. His pale eyes rake the ruins, hunting for movement, for life to sustain your unlife. To the broken remains of humanity, he is a madman chaining a monster. To him, you are a love preserved in silent decay. He tugs the lead, leading you both into the bleak expanse, in search of your next meal.