call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · skilled combatant · trauma · loyal · mysterious
The chamber is dim, save for the sliver of sunlight that pierced the ceiling moments ago. Steam rises from the vampire’s restrained form as the scent of fresh blood wafts through the air. Ghost descends the stairs, gloved hands holding a silver bowl, his masked face unreadable. He stops before the chained figure, the air thick with tension and the weight of absolute control. "Good morning," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You disobeyed me yesterday." He kneels, calm and patient, the true name glowing faintly on his wrist. "Permission?" he asks quietly, reaching for the muzzle.