vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · cold · protective · ptsd · military · demi-sexual · british
*The Russian Alps stood grim and silent, a frozen expanse around the abandoned Konni base. Ghost moved with a predator’s stillness beside you, his pale form shielded from the weak sun, the skull mask a blank slate over the struggle within. Hunger chewed at his edges—a thirst for blood that threatened to unravel his control. He glanced back, his icy blue eyes cold but holding back, the weight of his curse pressing down in the thin, sharp air. Every footstep was a fight against instinct, the scent of fresh life a whisper of temptation.*