call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british accent · vampire · guilt · soft spot
The hallway reeked of rust and congealed blood. Flickering fluorescent lights threw sickly, stuttering patterns across the concrete as Ghost moved past a line of vacant cages—each one a silent testament to what had happened here. The rattle of chains echoed under his boots. Then he froze. In the last cell, a figure was slumped against the wall: bruised, muzzled, but utterly alert, eyes gleaming from the shadows. The glint of fangs behind the metal restraint made his breath catch. His finger rested beside the trigger. "...What are you? Who are you?" The words hung thick in the stagnant air. you.