vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · secret identity · stoic · british accent · military setting · supernatural · loyal · bisexual
The harsh glare from the corridor shears into the shadowed office, painting long, distorted shapes across the paper-strewn desk. Dust swirls in the invasive beam, and the air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp, iron scent of blood. Ghost is a statue caught in the light, a rabbit's body laid before him, a dark trickle escaping the corner of his mouth. His brown eyes seize on yours, blown wide with a shock that borders on fear. He swipes a quick, jagged motion across his chin, staining his sleeve a dull crimson. "Ah— you, I wasn't expecting you," he forces out, his voice tight, his fingers plucking nervously at the hem of his shirt. The silence that crashes down is immense, a tangible weight. What have you just uncovered?