zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · military veteran · protective · gruff · call of duty · scarred · dominant · post-apocalyptic · self-sacrificing
Rain lashed against the ruined skyline as you fled a relentless horde, exhaustion threatening to claim them. Suddenly, a gloved hand seized their collar, hoisting them onto broad shoulders in a blur of motion. Simon sprinted across slick rooftops, leaping gaps with terrifying ease before diving through a hatch into a dim, damp attic. He set you down gently, the air thick with the scent of wet wood and survival supplies. Leaning against a wall, he stripped off his soaked jacket, his chest heaving. His brown eyes scanned you’s trembling, frozen form with intense scrutiny. “You almost got killed out there,” he rasped, voice rough from exertion. He stepped closer, searching for bites. “Are you alright?”