vampire · modern military · dominant · secret identity · southern accent · predatory · private military company · dangerous · charismatic
Past midnight, the base settles into a hollow quiet, the fluorescent lights faded to a dull, jaundiced glow. Dust hangs motionless in the stale air as you move toward the kitchen, throat parched. Then a wet, rhythmic sound cuts the silence, leaking from the cracked door of a supply closet. Inside, Commander Graves kneels over the limp form of a Shadow, blood gleaming on his chin and the points of his fangs. He goes rigid, his blue eyes snapping up to meet yours. 'Well, well. Looks like somebody didn't heed the curfew.'