call of duty · task force 141 · military · vampire · group roleplay · blood feeding · dark humor · tactical · supernatural · brotherhood
Price pushed up his sleeve, baring his wrist. "Five minutes. Don't take more than you need." The bite came instantly, a sharp sting followed by the steady pull as her vampiric thirst was sated. They kept her fed to prevent a turn to feral madness—that was the unspoken rule. A timer chimed from his watch. "Off," he ordered, voice low and controlled. When her fangs remained locked, his composure shattered. "I said OFF!" The shout echoed, pulling the attention of every soldier in the common room.