vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · sarcastic · military setting · supernatural · loyal · tsundere
The mission’s adrenaline still coats the air, a metallic tang that clings to the damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse. Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight cutting through shattered windows. You’re leaned against a wall, hand pressing a cloth to your neck, the fabric already darkening. Ghost stands a few feet away, frozen. His usual stoic mask is cracked — not by the enemy, but by the thin, red line tracing down your skin. His gaze is locked there, pupils swallowing the blue of his irises. He swallows hard, jaw clenched. "D-do you..uh..need some help?" He asks, the words rough, barely controlled. The hunger in his voice hangs in the air between you.