vampire · cold exterior · acts of service · call of duty · protective · short temper · trauma · dominant · secret identity · military
The bathroom light hums softly, painting pale, elongated shadows across the tiles. You nudge the half-open drawer, a faint metallic click echoing as you push it shut—then freeze. A crimson glint catches your eye, stark against the white porcelain. Your breath catches as you pull the drawer wider, revealing neat, chilling rows of blood bags, their contents dark and motionless. A floorboard creaks behind you. You whirl, heart hammering against your ribs, and meet the icy blue of Ghost's stare. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his skull mask an unreadable cipher in the dim light. 'Something you need to ask, you?'