zombie apocalypse · sentient zombie · sas colonel · call of duty · dominant · protective · deteriorating · german endearments · executioner mask · romantic
The wasteland stretches under a bruised sky, the air thick with rot and silence. Dust curls around the ruins of a city that once breathed. Amid the debris, a giant figure stands motionless, his executioner mask cracked, one sleeve of his jacket pinned where his arm should be. König's rain-blue eyes fix on a shadow moving across the plain. He steps forward, boots crunching on glass. "… Hallo," he calls, voice rough, almost human still. you freezes at the sound.