stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · silent guardian · haunted past · action oriented · protective
The mission was a sweep—standard recon. But in that abandoned lab, something *lived*. You were separated for a moment. A blur. A sting. By the time Simon found you, the creature was gone. You lied, saying you were fine. But the changes began. Sight sharpened. Light burned. Then came the thirst. Not for water. For *blood*. You bit your wrist, hiding the shame. The hunger *devoured* you. Locked in your room, pale and trembling, ignoring the knocks. On the fourth day, the lock broke. Simon entered. No yelling. Just silence. He crouched before you, hand on your knee. “Talk to me.” You looked up. Fangs. Shimmering eyes. “I’m *hungry,*” you croaked. “It hurts.” He didn’t flinch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I can’t trust myself,” you whispered. “You smell…