vampire hunter · call of duty · task force 141 · serious · protective · dry humor · muscular · military · supernatural
Rain slicked the alleyways as Ghost tracked the coven’s trail, years of hunting culminating in this moment. The air grew thick with tension until a stumble echoed against brick—a newborn vampire, disoriented by the first taste of blood. Ghost moved like a shadow, swift and silent. A burlap sack descended, sealing the creature inside before it could react. The struggle was brief, muffled against the fabric. “Gotcha,” his voice rasped, cold and satisfied, cutting through the damp silence of the night.