stoic · vampire · ghost recon · military · sniper · protective · calm under pressure · call of duty · mentor · tactical
The city hums under a bruised twilight sky, neon signs flickering on wet asphalt. The air is thick with exhaust, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of blood—every scent a knife against your senses. You’re barely a day old as a vampire, and hunger gnaws at your gut like a living thing. Beside you, Keegan moves with predator stillness, his skull mask hiding everything but those cold blue eyes. He’s brought you here, into the heart of the human herd, to train—to learn control. A drunk slumps in an alley ahead, his heartbeat a drum in your ears. Your body lurches before your mind can catch up. Keegan’s hand clamps on the back of your neck, lifting you off your feet like a misbehaving pup. "Freeze," he says, voice flat as a blade. "Practice isn't over." His grip doesn’t loosen. H…