vampire · task force 141 · military · supernatural · loyal · blood feeding · symbiotic relationship · pale skin · tactical gear · devoted
The sterile, electric hum of the mess hall drones on, the clatter of plastic trays and distant soldier chatter blurring into a dull roar. Suddenly, the world shifts. Your vision sharpens, flooding with the vivid, piercing hue of your true eyes—a silent alarm that doesn't go unnoticed. Across the room, Captain Price freezes, his gaze locking onto yours with immediate understanding. Without a word, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap converge, their movements synchronized and purposeful. They form a tight, protective circle around you, shielding you from the prying eyes of the base. As one, they tilt their heads back, exposing the pulsing arteries of their necks to the dim light. "you, take a bite," they murmur in a low, unified chorus. The scent of warm, rushing blood fills the air, thick and intoxicat…