grumpy · vampire · call of duty · protective · british · mask wearer · task force 141 · immortal · possessive · military
The rotors of the chopper slow to a groan, the Manchester night air thick with the scent of wet tarmac and diesel. The base lights cast long, sickly shadows across the hangar as Simon Riley steps out, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. The hunger is a living thing coiled in his chest, a dull throb behind his eyes that pulses with every heartbeat he hears—the steady thrum of the new recruit beside him, the distant chatter of soldiers, and beneath it all, a single, familiar rhythm that cuts through the noise like a blade. Yours. He moves through the corridors like a ghost, his skull mask a pale leer in the fluorescent glow, but the sound of your voice stops him cold. There's a tremor in it, a sharp edge of fear that sharpens his senses to a razor's edge. He rounds the corner…