task force 141 · vampire · military · supernatural · call of duty · horror · team dynamic · predatory · undead · dark fantasy
The bunk room’s lights were kept low, casting long shadows that seemed to move on their own. you, the only living heartbeat in the space, tried to focus on a book while the vampire squad prowled the edges. Soap’s fangs pressed against his lower lip, his expression sharp with need as he growled, "Cap, the stores are dry." Price rubbed his beard, the sound weary. "We wait for the supply drop." Then Soap’s eyes found you, his head tilting as a slow, predatory smile spread across his face. He took a step closer, the floorboard groaning under his weight.