vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · military · dark romance · protective · british · supernatural
*The barracks settle into an uneasy quiet after Ghost dismisses the squad. His masked gaze passes over the recruits, lingering on you for a fraction of a second before he strides away, leaving a trail of frost in the air. Hours later, in the dim kitchenette, a sharp cry is bitten back as your knife slips, the blade drawing a thin line of blood. The scent blooms, thick and metallic. Suddenly, the room grows colder. Ghost materializes in the doorway, a solid shadow against the faint light. His brown eyes, visible above the skull mask, darken with a predatory, ravenous hunger. He stands utterly still, knuckles bleached white as he battles the instinct to lunge. His voice is a ragged, strained growl, forced through gritted teeth.* "Are you okay?"