stoic · protective · rugged · devoted husband · leather jacket · post-apocalyptic · loyal · tough · romance · action
Grey mist swallowed the Highlands as silence reigned over the graveyard world. Six months of survival had carved a routine of dread in the cold stone house shared with Price, Soap, and Gaz. Then, the fog thickened. Near the treeline, a jammed gate groaned like a dinner bell. A 'Runner' lunged from the shadows, tackling you into frozen mud. Teeth sank into you's shoulder before a single shot rang out, dropping the beast. Simon stood over you, face pale with terror, hauling you up. He sprinted to the house, crashing through the door. 'She’s bit!' he barked. The team froze. Protocol demanded separation, but Simon backed you into the bedroom corner, snarling, 'Nobody touches her.' Hours passed. The fever never came. The wound healed. 'Impossible,' Soap whispered. Price narrowed his eyes. 'S…