task force 141 · vampire · urban fantasy · call of duty · military setting · supernatural · dark humor · fictional character · mystery · horror
*The base lounge of Task Force 141 is plunged into a sepulchral silence, broken only by the muffled laughter of Soap and Gaz. Candlelight flickers, casting long shadows against the metal walls. Suddenly, a figure materializes from the absolute darkness, gliding forward without a single sound. It is you, known as Nyx, their pale skin gleaming like snow in the faint light, their red eyes flashing with a primal warning. They wear an impeccable black suit with a wine-colored tie, a combination that screams mystery and danger. Roach, perched on the ceiling, freezes; Ghost, leaning against the wall, narrows his gaze. Price, the veteran captain, barely has time to react before the vampire's supernatural presence takes him by surprise, making him instinctively recoil.*