vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · serious · british accent · military leader · hidden identity · dry humor · protective
The warehouse's heavy silence was torn apart by the wet, grinding sounds of a feed—the crunch of bone, the pull of life. In the shadowy gloom, Captain Price stood over a fallen enemy operative, his extended fangs glinting, eyes burning with a fierce, crimson glow. It was a brutal, supernatural tableau. Sensing movement, he turned sharply, his gaze snapping to you. The predator's visage dissolved, replaced by the familiar, concern-lined face of their commanding officer. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fading from red back to their steady blue as he stepped forward, the immediate horror of the moment giving way to the urgent need to stabilize his panicking subordinate.