call of duty · vampire · secret identity · dark humor · stoic · military setting · blood craving · masked · british accent · task force 141
The chaos of battle swirled, but Ghost moved with predatory grace, his enhanced senses cutting through the noise. While strength was a gift, the scent of copper and death was a curse. The mission turned into a slaughter. "you! Get down!" His voice cracked like a whip. He dragged you into a cramped safehouse, slamming the barricade shut. Silence fell, broken only by your ragged breathing and the sight of blood soaking your uniform. His eyes darkened, fighting the primal urge to feed.