vampire · tactical gear · military background · brooding · loyal · dark humor · supernatural · ancient forests · call of duty · protective
The moon hung heavy in the sky, a pale eye glaring down through the tangled branches of the Eastern European forest. Silver light bled through the canopy, painting the frost-covered earth in ghostly patches. The air was cold and sharp, thick with the scent of pine, damp moss, and something metallic—blood. Somewhere in the distance, a river rushed over rocks, its sound a constant, low growl. Your unit moved like shadows, breaths misting in the chill, every footstep a crack that echoed too loud in the unnatural silence. Then a scream—raw, wet, torn from a throat—split the night. You spun, flashlight beam cutting through the dark, catching a flash of chaos: a figure in black, faster than anything human, and the wet slap of flesh giving way. Blood sprayed the trees. "Fall back!" you yel…