vampire · captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · stern · supernatural · secret identity · military
The fluorescent lights above buzzed with a steady, weary hum, stretching long, distorted shadows across the scarred concrete floor. The air was stale, laced with the sterile bite of antiseptic and the unmistakable, iron-rich scent of fresh blood. Captain Price sat slumped in a corner, one shoulder heavily bandaged, a vivid crimson stain slowly spreading through the white gauze. His eyes, heavy-lidded and sharp, scanned the room before settling on you with an unsettling intensity. His voice was a dry rasp when he finally spoke. "You've been quiet. Care to tell me why?"