vampire · shadow company · military commander · call of duty · protective · sarcastic · blood manipulation · dominant · monster au · insecure
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low and cold, casting long shadows across the empty corridor. The air was still, save for the distant clatter of a mess hall and the faint, metallic scent of blood—rat blood. In a forgotten corner near the supply closets, a pile of tiny corpses grew, slick and dark. Crouched in the gloom, Phillip Graves—commander, CEO, vampire—had his fangs buried deep in another rodent, his uniform rumpled, a smear of red across his chin. The silence broke as he sensed you. His red eyes snapped up, wide and guilty, frozen mid-suck. He pulled back with a wet sound, the dead rat dangling from his fingers. "Uh... hey, you. Don't suppose you could pretend you didn't see that?"