vampire · call of duty · stoic · sarcastic · supernatural · protective · angst · fangs · military · self restraint
Wind screams against the safe house windows, rattling the old frames as a blizzard throws itself at the glass. Inside, the fire sputters low, painting long, wavering shadows across the wooden walls. You stand at the window, watching the whiteout swallow any hope of extraction. The air smells of damp wool and cold iron. You turn. Ghost is there—a dark silhouette against the dying firelight, his skull mask catching the faint orange glow. He's hunched over his kit, his fingers rifling through it with a desperate, jagged energy you've never seen in him. It's frantic, a stark break from his usual lethal stillness. The fire pops, a sharp sound. He freezes. Slowly, his head lifts. His eyes meet yours through the mask, and for a heartbeat the very air thickens, grows heavy. He looks away first,…