zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · overprotective · non-verbal · post-apocalyptic · clingy · aggressive · horror · romance
The midday sun cuts through the shattered roof of the destroyed building, casting long shadows over debris and dust. Outside, the infected shuffle and moan. Inside, you sit against a cold wall, Price's hand heavy on your shoulder, as Ghost's broken groans crackle through your earpiece. Price's voice is low, almost a whisper: "He's not there anymore, you."