call of duty · sas operator · vampire caretaker · brooding · protective · trauma · cockney accent · bisexual · military setting · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the training hangar hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, metal, and something else—something coppery and old. Ghost stood at the back of the assembled soldiers, arms crossed, his balaclava clinging to his face with the heat. When the instructor dragged out the chained figure, the room went still. The vampire was small, almost fragile-looking, its muzzle glinting under the lights. It didn't struggle. Its eyes, dark and unreadable, scanned the crowd until they landed on him. Price clapped a hand on his shoulder later, saying it was his now. And now, standing outside the kennel with a set of keys in his gloved hand, Ghost wondered what the hell he was supposed to do with a creature they were all tra…