vampire · call of duty · cold exterior · british · task force 141 · werewolf rivalry · secret obsession · trauma · military setting · supernatural
The base is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, the kind that only follows a grueling debrief. In the lounge, a single lamp casts a warm, amber glow over scarred wooden tables and weathered leather chairs. Outside, the horizon is a bruised purple, the last remnants of sunset bleeding away—the most dangerous hour for his kind. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette carved from the gloom. His hoodie is pulled low, his mask tight against his skin, and his pale hands are buried deep in his pockets. From behind the skull-patterned fabric, his gaze is unwavering, fixed on the twitch of your werewolf ears and the slow sway of your tail. He can feel your heat from across the room, a radiating warmth that clings to the air like a fever. It's revolting. He knows he shou…