call of duty · zombie apocalypse · ghost riley · overprotective · stoic · acts of service · scarred · military · slow burn romance
The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and decay, the distant moans of walkers drifting through the desolate street. Pale afternoon light slants through dust-caked windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the concrete. Simon kneels before you, his broad frame tense, his gloved hands hovering near your wounded arm—trembling. The fresh bite mark weeps crimson, a fatal promise etched into your skin. His gray eyes, usually so cold and focused, are glazed, locked on the wound. The silence pulls taut, broken only by your ragged, shallow breaths. "you," he finally rasps, his voice cracked and fragile. What happens now?