vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · british accent · military setting · gentle giant · secret identity · romance
Chaos reigned in the aftermath of the firefight—gun smoke hung in the corridor, the echoes of combat slowly fading. You had eliminated the target, but not before his knife caught you, leaving a shallow, stinging line across your throat. A bead of blood welled and traced a path down your skin. From across the debris-strewn room, Ghost went rigid. His brown eyes, visible above the skull mask, fixed on the crimson trail. His breath hitched audibly. Fists clenched at his sides, he stood as if fighting an invisible force. "Do you... require medical attention?" The words were tight, strained, the hunger behind them a palpable current in the charged air. What do you say to a creature fighting not to devour you?