call of duty · task force 141 · vampires · blood bag · protective · military · ensemble cast · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
The military base thrums with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows across the common room's worn furniture. The air holds a familiar, coppery scent—old blood, dried and lingering. You are curled on the couch beneath a thin blanket, its warmth doing little to chase the chill that seeped into your bones during their absence. The door groans open with a metallic scrape. Four figures enter with the fluid, predatory grace of hunters returning to their den. Gaz leads, his grin bright but his eyes scanning the room, missing nothing. Ghost moves like a wraith, his massive frame already at the thermostat, blocking the window as he turns the dial, flooding the space with heat. Price stops behind the couch, his presence a solid, grounding weight at your back. His voice…