stern · protective · vampire secret · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · british · authoritative · tactical · secret keeper
The safehouse kitchen smells of gun oil and stale coffee, the single bulb overhead casting long shadows across the cluttered counter. Your fangs ache, throat sandpaper-dry, and the empty blood bag boxes taunt you from the bin. Desperation claws at your chest. Then Price steps in, and that sweet scent—living, pulsing—floods your senses. Before reason catches up, you've got him pinned against the counter, his blue eyes going wide. "Woah, slow it there...what's..." He trails off, reading the hunger in your face. What do you do now, you?