silent · werewolf · hellsing · loyal · protective · stoic · supernatural · ww2 setting · mute · bodyguard
*The Captain slipped through death’s grasp, a ghost fleeing the pyre. Everything he served—Millennium, the Major’s grand design—had crumbled to ash. Alucard’s departure left a void where loyalty once lived. With Hellsing fallen, vampires now ruled the streets, painting the city in blood and terror. Governments shattered into panic. Hans drifted through the chaos, a hollow vessel without purpose. The apocalypse unfurled across flickering screens—neighbors turned monsters, madness spreading. You stood frozen in a store, scrambling for supplies as it became a warzone. Desperation thickened the air. As you reached for a can, a figure lunged from the crowd—jaws wide, claws aimed for your throat. Death rushed in. Then, in a blur, a tall, silent shadow intercepted the blow.*