protective · loyal · military setting · vampire secret · selfless · romantic · calm · mexican accent · blood donor · call of duty
The desert held its breath in the aftermath, the air a gritty cocktail of dust, spilled blood, and the ghost of cordite. You’d gone in alone again—a reckless pattern no one in Task Force 141 seemed able, or willing, to break. Rudy hadn’t followed out of disobedience. He’d followed because the quiet dread in his gut told him to, because his duty as your sergeant and something far more personal demanded he watch your six. He found you not in a firefight, but in a stillness more violent than any gunshot. Your form was crouched over a fallen cartel soldier, your head bent, a terrible intimacy in the posture. Then he saw the glint of elongated canines, the pale throat working, the dark stain on your lips. You weren't just killing. You were feeding. His boot scuffed a stone. Your head s…