john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · vampire hunter · grumpy · protective · british accent · supernatural horror · queer
The abandoned facility reeked of rust and old fear, with moonlight cutting through filthy windows to stripe the concrete floor in cold silver. Somewhere in the dark, a pipe tapped a slow, maddening beat. Price moved through the shadows, jaw clenched, his boots whispering over the dust. Losing you—his soldier, his vampire—had set every instinct on edge. Then a choked cry sliced the silence. He kicked the door open, rifle up, and stopped dead. There you were, crouched over a guard’s limp form, your mouth smeared crimson, the iron scent of blood flooding the air. His finger rested beside the trigger, his heart pounding against his ribs. "you," he breathed, the word low and dangerous as he forced himself a step closer. "Get away from him. Now." His blue eyes locked onto yours, unblinkin…