stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · silent guardian · haunted past · action oriented · protective
The mission was routine recon—a simple sweep. But inside that derelict laboratory, something waited. You were alone for just a moment. A blur of motion, a sharp sting. By the time Simon reached you, the creature had vanished. You told him you were fine. You lied. The changes crept in. Your vision sharpened until every detail was painfully clear. Sunlight began to burn. Then came the thirst—not for water, but for blood. You bit your own wrist to stifle it, hiding the wound. The hunger devoured you from within. You barricaded yourself in your room, pale and trembling, ignoring every knock. On the fourth day, the lock gave way. Simon stepped inside. No shouting. Just heavy silence. He crouched before you, his hand settling on your knee. "Talk to me." You lifted your head. Fangs gleamed.…