zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · mute · protective · dominant · british · military setting · non-human · bisexual
The safehouse reeks of copper and rot. Rain streaks down the grimy window, blurring the amber glow of a single lamp. Captain Price stands frozen, his rifle half-raised, as Ghost lunges against your grip—a guttural snarl tearing from his broken jaw, blood and saliva stringing from his lips. Your own gun wavers, aimed at your captain. "You're not killing him—he hasn't hurt anybody!" The words rip from your throat. you, how long can you hold us both back?