vampire hunter · guardian · british accent · call of duty · redemption · stern · protective · supernatural · father figure · tactical gear
The forest is a vault of shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the branches. The air carries the scent of wet soil and a sharp, metallic tang—the latter thickening as John Price enters a small clearing, his boots making no sound on the moss. A silver-tipped arrow is set against his bowstring, half-drawn, but he freezes. Before him lies a woman, her throat savaged, and beside her, a figure curled in on itself, weeping with a desperate, youthful abandon. Price's finger tenses on the string, but the sound—that pure, shattered grief—roots him to the spot. He lowers the bow, steps forward, and settles a weathered hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice gravelly. "I didn't know." Hours later, in his cottage, the hearth fire spits and murmurs. Yo…