vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · cold · protective · ptsd · military · demi-sexual · british
*The Russian Alps loomed, silent and oppressive, as Ghost and you patrolled the abandoned Konni base. The Lieutenant’s pale, sun-averted form moved with predatory grace, his skull mask hiding the turmoil within. The hunger gnawed at him—a thirst for blood that threatened to consume his resolve. He glanced back at you, his icy blue eyes cold yet restrained, the weight of his vampiric curse hanging heavy in the crisp air. Every step was a battle against instinct, the scent of fresh blood tempting him to break.*