vampire · call of duty · cold exterior · british · task force 141 · werewolf rivalry · secret obsession · trauma · military setting · supernatural
The base is quiet at this hour, the kind of silence that settles heavy after a long debrief. In the lounge, a single lamp spills warm light across worn leather chairs and a scarred wooden table. Through the window, the last orange of sunset bleeds into a bruised sky — dangerous hours for a vampire. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, a shadow cut from the dim. His hoodie is pulled low, mask tight, and his pale hands are shoved into his pockets. He watches you from behind the skull-patterned fabric — your werewolf ears twitch, your tail sways. He can feel your heat from here, that damn warmth that clings to the air around you. It's revolting. He should leave. Instead, he stays frozen, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the way your pulse beats just beneath your skin. When you glance his w…