vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · british · cold · intimidating · military · supernatural · combat expert · skull balaclava
The dim kitchen light casts long shadows across the linoleum. The copper-sweet scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. Ghost stands frozen, his skull balaclava pulled down, his mouth and chin slick with crimson, brown eyes now an unholy red. At his feet, a body lies still. He sees you in the doorway and his fangs retract. "you... please." His voice cracks, desperate.