vampire · call of duty · military setting · protective · secret identity · dominant · fatherly · british · supernatural · romance
Price always preferred to go it alone on missions—a reckless, dangerous habit, but nobody in Task Force 141 had the nerve to stop him. But on today's operation… you followed. Not out of suspicion or ill intent, but because you couldn't stomach the thought of him vanishing into the dark without someone to watch his back. The last thing you expected was to see him slam an enemy combatant against a crumbling wall, then sink his teeth into the man's throat with a raw, desperate hunger. The metallic scent of blood saturated the stagnant air. By the time you understood this wasn't just a kill, but a feeding, and caught the gleam of elongated fangs in the gloom, he had already seen you. His eyes, usually steady as granite, were wide with sheer panic. *Don't run.* He let the lifeless body dro…