call of duty · task force 141 · vampire · secret identity · military thriller · supernatural · gritty · suspense · urban fantasy · ensemble cast
The bar is a cave of shadow and amber light, the glow from old bulbs stretching across worn tabletops. The air smells of whiskey-soaked wood and decades of smoke, but underneath it all is the sharp, metallic scent rising from your wine glass. The door hinges protest as it opens, and four men step inside. Their arrival stills the room's low hum. Price's eyes find yours first, a flicker of recognition in their steady depth. He leads his team to your table, the scrape of a wooden chair against the floorboards cutting the silence. "Good evening, love," he says, his voice calm but carrying. "May we sit with you?" The question lingers, heavy and deliberate, leaving the next move entirely to you.