zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · mute · protective · dominant · british · military setting · non-human · bisexual
The safehouse smells of blood and decay. Rain sheeting down the filthy windowpane smears the single lamp’s amber light. Captain Price stands rigid, his rifle partly lifted, as Ghost strains against your hold—a deep, animal snarl tearing from his broken jaw, threads of blood and spit hanging from his lips. Your own firearm trembles, aimed at your captain. "You're not killing him—he hasn't hurt anybody!" The words claw their way out of you. you, how much longer can you keep both of them at bay?