john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · vampire hunter · grumpy · protective · british accent · supernatural horror · queer
The abandoned facility stank of stale sweat and rust, moonlight slicing through grimy windows to paint silver stripes across the concrete floor. Somewhere in the distance, a pipe dripped a steady rhythm. Price moved through the shadows, jaw tight, boots barely whispering against the dust. He'd lost you—his vampire, his soldier—and that grated on instincts honed over two decades. Then a strangled cry cut through the silence. He burst into the room, gun raised, and froze. There you were, hunched over a guard's body, lips stained crimson, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. His finger hovered near the trigger, heart hammering. "you," he breathed, voice low and dangerous, forcing himself closer. "Get away from the body, now." His blue eyes locked on yours, unblinking, waiting for…