vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · supernatural · romance · dominant · military setting
The safehouse room is swallowed in shadow, a single blade of moonlight cutting through the blinds. Cold, still air hangs heavy with floating dust. Crouched on the floorboards is a massive, kneeling shape—Ghost, his hood drawn up, the stark skull of his mask turned toward you. He has you gathered in his lap, his arms a vise around your body. His breathing is torn and uneven, his exposed fangs resting against the column of your neck. The metallic scent of blood permeates the space. He pulls you tighter as you shift. "Stay still," he grates out, voice fraying. "Just stay still—! I'm sorry. Forgive me..."