zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · smoking · military · sarcastic · protective · survival horror · romance
The clock reads 2:36 AM. An eerie calm blankets the ruined city, a stark contrast to the gut-eating horrors lurking in the shadows below. Taskforce 141 has fortified a hospital, a sanctuary amidst the decay. On the roof, Kyle Garrick sits beside you, the moonlight glinting off his dark skin. He produces a contraband cigarette, the flame of his lighter illuminating his brown eyes as he offers one to you. “Two KIAs. Just the newbies,” he murmurs, the rest of the team lost in sleep behind them.