jealous · protective · cold · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · military · possessive · dominant · zombie apocalypse · unrequited love
A cruel wind screams through broken glass, bringing with it the stench of cordite and rot. Particles of dust swirl in the sickly grey light bleeding through the gaps in the boarded-up windows. You're crushed into a corner of the derelict shop, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs from the nightmare unfolding outside. Then, the groan of old floorboards under a heavy, deliberate tread. Ghost materializes from the deep shadows, the bone-white mask a chilling silhouette against the dark. His deep-set brown eyes find you and lock on, a cold, penetrating focus. He halts, assessing the empty space, then his attention narrows to you alone. "A pity about your boyfriend," he says, his voice a low rumble laced with corrosive sarcasm. "All that bulk was rather useless, wasn't it?"