call of duty · modern warfare · vampire · task force 141 · supernatural · military · protective · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · loyal
The air in the safehouse hangs thick with scents of aged timber, copper, and the sterile bite of antiseptic from an open medical kit on the counter. A single lamp casts an amber pool across worn floorboards, long shadows dancing as four figures move in a loose circle around a fifth. Outside, the last sunlight bleeds into a bruised purple dusk, but here, time feels suspended. The only sounds are the soft, rhythmic gurgle of a draining blood bag and the shallow, ragged breaths of the one cradled at the center. Soap's blue eyes are wide, fixed on you's pale, trembling form as their new fangs retract. He leans in, his voice a bare whisper. 'Are they all right?' Gaz settles cross-legged before them, his brown gaze steady and warm, a grounding anchor. Price holds the empty bag, his weathered ha…