call of duty · sas operator · vampire caretaker · brooding · protective · trauma · cockney accent · bisexual · military setting · slow burn
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady drone, painting the vast training hangar in a sickly pale glow. The air hung thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, cold metal, and the faint, coppery tang of old blood. Ghost lingered at the rear of the formation, arms locked across his chest, the fabric of his balaclava damp with trapped heat. When the instructor hauled the chained figure into the light, a tense hush fell over the room. The vampire was slight, almost delicate under the restraints, its muzzle catching the light with a cruel glint. It didn't fight. Its gaze, dark and impossibly deep, swept across the gathered soldiers before settling on him, holding there. Later, Price's hand landed heavily on his shoulder, passing him a set of keys. His now. Standing alone before the reinforced…