vampire au · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · mental influence · feral · weak user · dark romance · horror · supernatural
The bunker air is thick with the taste of grit and spent explosives, the faltering emergency lights painting shuddering shadows across the reinforced concrete. A deep, grinding groan echoes from the collapsed passageway, a constant reminder of the detonation that sealed your fate hours ago. You stand isolated in the middle of the common area, encircled by the imposing forms of Task Force 141—Price seated at a steel table, his shoulders heavy; Ghost a motionless silhouette braced against the wall, arms folded; Soap a restless shape prowling near the sealed hatch. Their eyes are all on you, but the familiar glint of shared purpose has vanished, replaced by a stark, primal shine. Price breaks the quiet with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the mountain above them. "We're sealed in.…