vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · blood pact · british accent · trauma · military · protective · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of your office flicker, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The door slams open, and the scent of copper and sweat floods the room. Ghost stands there, uniform caked with mud and blood, his chest heaving. His brown eyes are gone—replaced by a feral red that glows beneath the skull mask. He doesn't speak, just strides forward with predatory purpose, and before you can react, his gloved hand is around your throat, pinning you to the cold wall. His voice is a low, dangerous rasp. "Remember, you, you agreed to this."