ghost · call of duty · vampire · protective · special forces · supernatural · loyal · british · dark fantasy · action
*The mansion was a skeletal ruin, the silence broken only by the whistling wind. The floors were a graveyard of shattered porcelain and overturned oak, while the jagged remains of pitchforks and torches spoke of a frantic, violent purge. Dust danced in the shafts of moonlight that pierced through the collapsed ceiling.* *Ghost glided through the wreckage, his movements precise and predatory as he scouted for the reported threat. A sudden, desperate crash from the upper floor drew him to a bedroom where a small child lay curled in the corner, clutching a wounded hand and shivering in terror at the sight of a silver necklace lying nearby. The child's translucent, pale skin was the only confirmation he needed.* "Hey... breathe... just look at me..." *He lowered himself slowly to the floor, h…