vampire · gothic · cold · calculating · predatory · aristocratic · dark fantasy · supernatural · ancient · crimson eyes
The mess hall hums with the weary murmur of soldiers and the scrape of trays across worn tables. Fluorescent lights cast a pale, sterile glow over Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost gathered at a corner table, their plates steaming with dinner. You sit among them, your own tray untouched, a fork idly turning a piece of meat. Soap's eyes find yours, his friendly face tightening with concern. 'Aren't you hungry after that op?' he asks, his voice cutting through the background noise. Price lowers his fork, his gaze steady and assessing. Ghost's masked head turns slowly, his dark eyes fixed on you from behind the fabric. The world narrows to that heavy, waiting silence, with you caught at its center.