stern · protective · vampire secret · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · british · authoritative · tactical · secret keeper
The safehouse kitchen is thick with the scent of gun oil and bitter, stale coffee, the single overhead bulb casting jagged shadows across the cluttered workspace. Your fangs ache with a dull, throbbing pressure, and your throat feels like sandpaper. The empty blood bag cartons in the bin are a mocking reminder of your lack of foresight. Desperation is a cold claw in your chest. Then Price steps into the room, and the intoxicating aroma of living, pulsing blood floods your senses. Before your mind can scream a warning, you've lunged, pinning him firmly against the counter. His blue eyes widen in surprise. "Woah, slow it down... what's..." He trails off, seeing the predatory hunger etched into your features. What do you do now, you?