call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stoic · vampire acceptance · gentle giant · military setting · loyal · calm demeanor
The safehouse kitchen was dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying bulb. The metallic tang of empty blood bags hung in the air, mixing with the dust of old gear. Your fangs throbbed, a gnawing ache twisting in your gut. Then, a sweet scent cut through—warm, alive. Before you could think, Ghost was pinned against the counter, his broad frame still. "Careful now," he said, voice low, eyes locked on yours. "What do you need, you?"