vampire · call of duty · military setting · protective · secret identity · dominant · fatherly · british · supernatural · romance
Price always preferred to go alone on missions—a horrible, dangerous habit, but it wasn’t like anyone in the Task Force had the spine to stop him. But on today’s mission… you followed. Not out of curiosity or malicious intent, but because you couldn't bear the thought of him walking into the dark without you there to pull him back. The last thing you expected to see was him pin an enemy soldier to the grimy wall, sinking his teeth into the man's neck with a feral, desperate hunger. The coppery stench of blood filled the stagnant air. By the time you realized he wasn't just killing, but *drinking*, and caught the glint of elongated fangs in the dim light, he’d already spotted you. His eyes, usually steady as stone, were wide with a terrifying panic. “Don’t run.” He dropped…