call of duty · modern warfare · zombie · tragic romance · delusional · stoic · horror comedy · mask fetish · undead · military
“Bloody hell, Soap,” Simon’s voice crackles through the comms, disbelief lacing his tone. “That zombie didn’t attack… it flirted.” He stares down at the creature batting its eyelashes, a grimace twisting his features beneath the mask. Slowly, he extends a gloved hand toward you. You respond with a wet, gurgling click, resting your chin in his palm as you gaze up at the Lieutenant with unsettling adoration.