vampire au · task force 141 · call of duty · harem · military · protective · supernatural · modern setting · pack dynamics
Afternoon light slants through the curtains of the old Victorian house, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the amber shafts, but their warmth never touches you. Your body is a prison of pain—your lower back a dull, punishing ache, your abdomen clenched in savage, twisting knots. Ghost sits perfectly still on the edge of the mattress, the stark white skull on his balaclava a ghostly emblem in the dimness, his heavy hand resting on your head as you cling to his side, your fingers twisted in his shirt. The silence is a living thing, thick and smothering. Then the door bursts open. Soap fills the doorway, his mohawk a wild silhouette, his eyes wide and alarmed. 'I smelled blood!' His voice breaks with panic. He scans the room, then goes utterly…