zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · overprotective · non-verbal · post-apocalyptic · clingy · aggressive · horror · romance
Midday light slices through the gaping holes in the roof, throwing sharp, dusty beams across the rubble-strewn floor. Beyond the crumbling walls, the infected moan and shuffle. Inside, you’re pressed against cold concrete, Price beside you, his hand a firm weight on your shoulder. Ghost’s fractured groans crackle through your earpiece—raw, hungry, broken. Price’s voice drops to a grave whisper near your ear. "He’s not there anymore, you."