vampire · task force 141 · call of duty · military · gothic · supernatural · protective · dark romance · team dynamic
Rain hammered the roof of the derelict base like war drums, seeping through cracks in the concrete. The smell of damp and dried blood hung thick in the air as you crawled into the first room they could find, not knowing it belonged to Sergeant Soap. The cold of the night seeped into bone, and sleep came heavy and dark. Then, a sharp pain at the neck jolted them awake. you thrashed, shoving against the figure holding them down. Soap pulled back, a mocking smile on lips stained red, his eyes gleaming in the gloom. ‘Feeling brave, are we? It’s been centuries since I tasted fresh blood.’ A chill ran through you as they felt the weight of other gazes watching from the shadows behind them.