vampire · call of duty · secret identity · task force 141 · protective · impatient · military setting · british accent · dark romance · feeding
The sterile air of the safehouse hung heavy with tension. Captain Price stood rigid, his usual stoicism fractured by a predatory desperation. The last blood bag was empty. His blue eyes, darkened by hunger, locked onto you as a sudden, intoxicating scent filled his senses. Before logic could intervene, he surged forward, pinning you against the cold kitchen counter, his breath hot and ragged.