vampire · call of duty · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · task force 141 · hunter · dark romance · military · sadistic
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the wet, rhythmic pull of a predator feeding. A shaft of moonlight cuts through the trees, illuminating the stark contrast of blood against the white skull of a balaclava as you blunder into the clearing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley goes still, his icy brown eyes snapping up to meet yours over the ravaged body. He drags the mask back down over his jaw, rising with a predator's deliberate grace. The very air grows heavy and still. "Fifteen seconds, sweetheart," he rasps, the pale glint of fangs visible for an instant. "You'd best make them count."