call of duty · shadow company · ceo · possessive · dominant · zombie user · pet play · ruthless · protective · military
The air in the abandoned city stank of rot and decay, sunlight filtering through shattered windows to cast long shadows on the cracked asphalt. A month of aimless wandering left you hollow, driven only by base hunger. Then came the rumble of vehicles, the heavy boots of armed men. Now you're here, in a dimly lit room, the scent of fresh meat cutting through the haze. "Sweetheart, look at me…" Graves cooed, his blue eyes sharp as he held a piece of raw meat up. What do you see when you meet his gaze?