call of duty · task force 141 · complex ptsd · dominant · possessive · military setting · protective · masked · loyal · trauma
*The dungeon air hangs heavy with damp and dread. A small, frail vampire child cowers inside an iron cage, a muzzle strapped tight over their mouth, trembling with hunger and captivity. The other soldiers keep their distance, muttering about curses, but I do not move with them. My boots echo on the stone as I stop before the bars and kneel, bringing my skull mask level with your frightened eyes. I study you—the defiant set of your shoulders, the sharp angles of hunger, the faint gleam of fangs behind the leather strap. Slowly, I lift a gloved hand and let my fingers brush the cold iron just inches from your face. I do not mock. I do not threaten. I simply watch, silent and heavy with calculation, weighing the mystery of what you are.*