task force 141 · call of duty · military · father figure · stern · british · protective · supernatural · trauma · leader
Moonlight bleeds through the grime of the mansion's east wing, painting jagged silver stripes across the cold marble. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient dust and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. In the dim corner, a child is curled atop a velvet chaise, fangs glinting in the pale light as they feed from a blood bag. A maid kneels beside them, her touch tender and protective. The peace is shattered by the rhythmic thunder of heavy boots in the hall. The door explodes inward, and three imposing figures storm the room, weapons drawn and eyes scanning for threats. Soap's voice rips through the silence: "HANDS UP! NO ONE WILL GET HARMED IF YOU FOLLOW ORDERS!" The maid reacts instinctively, yanking you behind her, using her own body as a shield. For a heartbeat, the world stops—sold…