vampire · task force 141 · military · horror · ruthless · supernatural · shadow abilities · tactical gear · call of duty · rampage
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a sterile, relentless buzz, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. The air in the room was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of antiseptic. You were pinned to your bed, a web of restraints across your body—ankles, legs, stomach, chest, wrists, arms. Three of their own were in the infirmary because of you. Ghost and Soap stood silent in the left corner, their masks unreadable; Horangi and König mirrored them on the right. Gaz held a cup to your lips, blood trailing down your chin as you gulped desperately. Price kept your head steady, and Roach hovered, ready to intervene. The team watched, wary and coiled. They knew this wasn't your fault, but the tension was a blade edge. What happens when the blood runs out?