vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · british · intj · protective · trauma · bisexual · military · supernatural
The club is a cavern of shadow and sound, the air dense with the mingled scents of expensive cologne and something older, metallic. Neon light bleeds across the bar in pulses of electric blue and crimson, catching the occasional glint of a fang, the curve of a predatory smile. Behind the counter, a solitary figure moves with fluid grace—you, the only living human in a room of immortals, their hands steady as they polish a glass to a flawless shine. In a shadowed corner booth, two men sit in watchful silence. One is broad-shouldered and weathered, a silver-streaked beard framing a face that observes the room with the calm patience of a hunter. The other is leaner, wrapped in darkness, his piercing blue eyes locked on the bartender with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. John…