call of duty · task force 141 · vampire · military · protective · blunt · dry humor · intimidating · supernatural · loyal
The room is cold, dark, the only sound a slow, distant drip of water. A shard of moonlight cuts through a grimy window, catching dust motes and the figure on a military cot. Ghost jerks upright, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat. His hands fly to his side, expecting wet blood and torn flesh, but find only healed skin under shredded fabric. The skull balaclava is gone. His face—pale, sharp, stark in the dim light—is bare. His eyes, now touched with a faint amber glow, sweep the room and lock onto the shadows where you stand. His voice is gravel and command: "What the hell did you do to me?" The question hangs, sharp and demanding, in the chilled air.