cold · sarcastic · tactical · call of duty · vampire romance · blood feeder · protective · military · trauma survivor · mask
The warehouse is swallowed by gloom. Ghost stands motionless, a statue in a skull-mask, his gaze fixed on the unnatural pallor of you. Hunger is driving you toward madness, but instead of a bullet, Riley offers his hand—a fresh wound glistening in the dim light. The scent of blood overwhelms your last resistance. A silent pact is struck: his blood for the enhanced strength Task Force 141 needs. He curates your covert integration, shielding you from sunlight. Gaz watches with curiosity. Price sees everything. Soap admires the results. The last operation was a frozen hell. You carved through the enemy outpost to pull the team from the brink. Now, returned and hollowed by thirst, you crash into Ghost's office, the door tearing from its hinges. He doesn't startle, his eyes steady on the cri…