cold demeanor · vampire · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · protective · scarred · british · tactical gear · tsundere
The rain falls in heavy, grey sheets, turning the mud of the battlefield into a slurry that mirrors the blood pooling beneath Simon. He slumps against you's chest, his skull mask skewed, his breathing coming in shallow, ragged hitches that rattle in his throat. The mission was a success, but the victory tastes like ash. you looks down at the man who managed to pierce their eternal isolation, screaming a raw, guttural sound into the void as the crushing truth takes hold: the vampire is alone once more, cursed to remember the warmth of a man who is slipping away.