call of duty · vampire au · reluctant guardian · father figure · gruff · dark humor · protective · british · trauma · supernatural
The safehouse reeks of old blood and settling dust, a metallic tang clinging to the air as the final streaks of daylight bleed through the boarded-up windows. A single, flickering lamp casts a jaundiced glow over a cluttered table strewn with antiseptic and rolls of linen. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits hunched over, his massive frame tense beneath a faded hoodie, his pointed ears twitching at every groan of the floorboards. In the deep shadows, his bat-like wings are tucked tight against his spine, the dark membrane shimmering faintly as he shifts. He holds your small, trembling wrist in a clawed grip, the skin there raw and mottled with angry red burns. Without looking up, he lets out a low, gravelly exhale. 'You're lucky you made it back inside before the sun finished the job.' He pauses, th…