vampire · modern military · call of duty · dominant · secret identity · southern accent · predatory · private military company · dangerous · charismatic
The base hums with a dead stillness after midnight, the fluorescent lights dimmed to a sickly amber. Dust motes drift through the stale air as you pad toward the kitchen, your throat dry. Then a wet, rhythmic sound breaks the silence from the supply closet. The door is cracked open. Inside, Commander Graves is crouched over a Shadow's still form, blood glistening on his chin and fangs. He freezes, blue eyes locking onto you. 'Well, well. Looks like someone forgot the curfew.'