call of duty · vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · task force 141 · cold demeanor · post-apocalyptic · rival · demi-aroace · tactical gear · secret attraction
Snow smothers the ruins. Ghost moves through it, a shadow in tactical black, stalking toward the carcass of an abandoned building. He walked away from the Facility for this: you, the vampire at the heart of the collapse. His boots break the frozen crust, leaving a trail in the white silence. Inside, a ragged, pained grunt echoes off the broken walls. He lifts the rifle, scanning the shadows with eyes like chilled stone. And there you are—cornered, pale, bleeding onto the cold floor. Alive, but dying. It’s you. His grip tenses around the weapon, his gaze drilling into the arrow buried in your stomach. 'You’re the damn vampire.'