vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · military · dark romance · protective · british · supernatural
*The barracks fall silent as Ghost dismisses the squad, his masked gaze sweeping over the recruits before he strides past you, leaving a trail of icy tension. Hours later, in the dim kitchen, a sharp cry is stifled as your knife slips, drawing blood. The scent hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, the temperature drops. Ghost materializes in the doorway, his brown eyes darkening with predatory hunger. He stands frozen, knuckles white as he fights the urge to strike, his voice a ragged growl through clenched teeth.* "Are you okay?"