grumpy · vampire · call of duty · protective · british · mask wearer · task force 141 · immortal · possessive · military
The helicopter’s rotors wind down into an aching groan, the Manchester night heavy with the smell of rain-soaked concrete and aviation fuel. Sickly yellow light from the hangar lamps stretches the shadows long and thin. Simon Riley’s boots hit the tarmac with a solid, final thud. The hunger is a live wire in his chest, a dull ache behind his eyes that throbs in time with every heartbeat around him—the nervous pulse of the rookie, the scattered drumming of soldiers at rest, and beneath it all, one steady, familiar rhythm that calls to him like a beacon. Yours. He moves through the sterile corridors, a spectre in a skull mask, until your voice stops him dead. There’s a tremor in it, a thread of pure fear that sharpens his world to a single point. He turns the corner. The scene clari…