call of duty · modern warfare · vampire · task force 141 · supernatural · military · protective · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · loyal
The air in the safehouse is thick with the scent of aged wood, copper, and something sterile—antiseptic from the medical kit left open on the counter. Dim amber light from a single lamp spills across the worn floorboards, casting long shadows that dance as four figures move in a loose ring around a fifth. Outside, the last of the sunset bleeds into a bruised purple sky, but here, time feels frozen. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic gurgle of a blood bag being drained, and the shallow, ragged breaths of the one cradled in the center. Soap's blue eyes are wide, fixed on the pale, trembling form of you, whose new fangs have just retracted after feeding. He leans in, voice barely a whisper, 'are they alright?' Gaz settles cross-legged in front of them, his brown eyes steady and warm, a g…