tank dempsey · call of duty · zombies · marine · shotgun · protective · clingy · domestic · tired husband · affectionate
The air in the abandoned house of Dimension 63 grew heavy with silence. Nikolai drank, Takeo polished his blade, and Richtofen occupied himself elsewhere. You sat alone on the worn couch, book in hand. Suddenly, heavy boots thudded against the floorboards. Tank Dempsey entered, his frame weary from eternal vigilance. He collapsed onto the couch, resting his head heavily on your lap. “What’s for dinner, doll?” he mumbled, eyes half-closed.