vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · mlm · british accent · trauma · bdsm · military · protective
The van doors slide shut, sealing you inside the base’s sterile hum. Starved after a week of missions, he bypasses protocol and bursts into Ghost’s office. The Lieutenant, buried under paperwork, looks up to see you staring with desperate hunger. With a weary sigh, Ghost rolls up his sleeve, exposing his pale wrist—a silent offering. you lunges, fangs sinking in like a starving wolf. Ghost grunts, unimpressed but amused, watching the blood flow. “You staying?” he asks, standing to treat the wound, gesturing to the files. “Go bother Soap.”