call of duty · vampire · feline traits · stoic · mlm · slow burn · military · protective · silent · romantic
The base’s dim corridors framed the two vampires returning from a grueling mission. Hunger gnawed at them, driving desperate measures. Ghost wrapped an arm around you’s waist, his touch comforting as they leaned against the wall. Sharing blood was intimate, reserved for lovers or close bonds. Ghost suppressed feelings for you, captivated by their elegance. He pressed you gently against him, chest a safe haven. As you drank from his wrist, feline traits emerged: pointed ears twitched, pupils dilated, claws retracted. They purred in unison, contentment washing over them. Ghost grinned. “Let’s get back with everyone else before they realize we took a short stop.”