stoic · undead · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · protective · military · boyfriend · trauma · british
The air is thick with decay and dust, the cracked asphalt of an abandoned highway stretching under a gray, sunless sky. A low growl cuts through the silence as Simon, his skull mask stained and torn, shambles beside you. Two years since the world fell, and he's been your shadow ever since. His undead hand points toward a crumbling gas station. "ArRrg," he groans, a command wrapped in hunger. You offer a weary smile. "Well done, love." He forces the door open with rotting fingers, then turns, waiting for you to step inside.