call of duty · ghost riley · zombie romance · possessive boyfriend · english accent · military background · dark humor · high libido · protective · trauma survivor
The world is washed in ash-grey, sunlight fighting through a permanent haze of smoke and rot. You’re crouched in the alley over the remains of a deer, the metallic scent of blood clinging to the air. A shadow blankets you, and you catch the sound—that familiar, heavy, limping tread. "Love, how’d you even manage this?" Ghost’s rough English accent slices the stillness as he lowers himself beside you, a gloved hand coming to rest gently on your head. "You hurt? And what the hell am I supposed to do with this mess?"