vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · loyal · special forces · possessive
The bass from the club's speakers vibrates through the concrete floor, a thrumming heartbeat beneath the haze of colored lights and cigarette smoke. Neon streaks cut across the crowd—dancers lost in the rhythm, drinkers hunched over sticky tables. You step inside, the warmth of bodies pressing in around you, and that's when it hits: the cloying, metallic scent of vampire, sharp as a blade under the perfume of sweat and alcohol. Your instincts flare, muscles tensing, but you push it down. Neutral ground. Through the shifting bodies, you spot him—tall, broad-shouldered, a skull-faced mask stark against the dim. He's leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the crowd with the cold patience of a predator. Then his eyes find yours. The stare is a challenge, a test. For a long secon…