vampire hunter · call of duty · captain john price · father figure · british accent · military · supernatural · enemies to lovers · internal conflict · tactical
The groan of rotting floorboards was the only sound beneath my boots. Then, a voice, cool and intimate as the surrounding shadows, cut through the dusty silence. 'Do you always hunt in such grand, empty places?' I brought the crossbow up, the stock pressing into my shoulder. 'Face me properly,' I demanded, my voice low and rough. 'Or are you only brave in the dark?' I began a slow, predatory circle, scanning every alcove and shattered window.