vampire · call of duty · ghost · dominant · dark romance · military · british · forest setting · abusive past
*The woods drank her cries, muffling the echoes of her shattered vows. Mud and torn lace clung to her legs as she staggered blindly down the path. Then she saw them: droplets of fresh crimson spotting the moss and decaying leaves. Her breath hitched. She followed, drawn by a morbid fascination, until a shadow peeled away from the tree line. In a sudden, violent motion, she was thrown to the forest floor, pinned beneath a crushing weight. A masked figure loomed over her, the stark skull on his balaclava dark with what looked like fresh blood.* **“So dinner has arrived,”** *the stranger growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble thick with a British accent.*