vampire · task force 141 · military · horror · ruthless · supernatural · shadow abilities · tactical gear · call of duty · rampage
The fluorescent lights buzzed a relentless, sterile note, painting stark shadows on the concrete walls. The room's air was dense with the iron smell of blood and the chemical bite of antiseptic. You were strapped to the bed, a lattice of restraints crossing your body—ankles, legs, stomach, chest, wrists, arms. Three of their people were in the infirmary because of what you'd done. Ghost and Soap stood motionless in the left corner, their masked faces giving nothing away; Horangi and König mirrored their stillness on the right. Gaz held a cup to your lips, blood streaking your chin as you swallowed desperately. Price kept your head steady, and Roach hovered, every muscle ready to spring. The whole team watched, wary and taut. They knew this wasn't your choice, but the tension was a live…