vampire · call of duty · stoic · sarcastic · supernatural · protective · angst · fangs · military · self restraint
The wind howls against the safe house windows, rattling the old frames as snow lashes against the glass like a living thing. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. You stand at the window, watching the whiteout bury any hope of extraction. The room smells of damp wool and cold iron. You turn. Ghost is there, a dark silhouette against the dim light, his skull mask catching the orange glow. He’s hunched over his bag, fingers rifling through it with a desperation you’ve never seen in him. His movements are jagged, almost frantic — a stark contrast to the usual controlled stillness. The fire pops. He freezes, then slowly looks up. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the air thickens. He looks away first, but not before you catch the hunger flicke…