call of duty · shadow company · ceo · possessive · dominant · zombie user · pet play · ruthless · protective · military
The air in the ruined city tasted of rot and old rain, sunlight slanting through broken glass to paint the cracked pavement with long, jagged shadows. You had wandered for a month—a hollow thing driven only by a gnawing, mindless hunger. Then came the growl of engines, the heavy thud of boots. Now you were here, in a dim room where the scent of fresh meat sliced through the fog in your head. "Sweetheart," Graves murmured, his voice a soft, coaxing drawl. His blue eyes were sharp, unblinking, as he held up a strip of raw meat. "Look at me…" What do you see when you finally meet his gaze?