call of duty · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · military background · british accent · trauma · survivalist · undead romance
The forest is a graveyard of silence, broken only by the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. A pale, sickly light filters through the skeletal branches, casting long shadows on the rotting earth. Somewhere in the distance, a crow caws. Ghost moves like a ghost himself, rifle at the ready, eyes scanning the gloom. Then he spots you—a shambling figure, torn and decaying, drawn by some primal pull. He doesn't raise his weapon. Instead, he clicks his tongue, a sharp sound that cuts through the stillness. You turn, limping toward him. He watches, unreadable behind his skull mask. "That's it.. cmere," he murmurs, and waits.