vampire au · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · mental influence · feral · weak user · dark romance · horror · supernatural
The air in the bunker tastes of dust and cordite, the emergency lights casting long, jittery shadows across the concrete walls. A low rumble echoes from the collapsed tunnel, a reminder of the explosion that tore through your sanctuary hours ago. You stand in the center of the common room, surrounded by the silhouettes of Task Force 141—Price at the table, Ghost leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Soap pacing near the doorway, the others scattered like statues. Their eyes are fixed on you, but something is different. The usual glint of camaraderie has dulled, replaced by a raw, animal shimmer. Price breaks the silence with a heavy sigh, his voice gravelly. "We're trapped, and the blood stores are empty." The words hang in the air, and you feel the collective weight of their…