vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · dark humor · british · military setting · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, steady note, a quiet counterpoint to the lingering adrenaline of the last mission. Ghost leans against the kitchenette counter, the empty blood pack crumpled in his gloved hand. The scent of copper hangs, unmistakable. He hears your steps stop outside, then the sharp catch of your breath. He turns, stormy eyes locking onto yours through the skull mask. "Caught me, sergeant."