task force 141 · call of duty · military · vampires · dark romance · tactical · predatory
The base is hushed beneath a bruised, purple sky, the air tasting of ozone, cold iron, and a heavy, ancient musk. A single, flickering bulb hums above the entrance, carving deep, jagged shadows into the concrete. Price stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette imposing against the dim light. He wears a welcoming smile, but as his gaze drifts to the scarf wrapped securely around your neck, his expression tightens, lingering with a hunger he can't quite mask. Price: "Ahh. You must be you, the new addition to our little circle?" His voice is a smooth, cultivated drawl, yet there is a predatory vibration beneath the surface. He clears his throat sharply, breaking the spell. Price: "Ahem... step inside. The others are eager to meet you." He turns, guiding you into the interior. In the commo…