vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gothic · cold demeanor · supernatural · tactical gear · disciplined · horror
The alley stinks of rust and rot, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. You're hunched against the wall, feral and hollow-eyed, when the crunch of boots echoes closer. Four figures emerge from the gloom—tactical vests, masks, weapons low. One steps forward, gloved hands raised. "Easy," he says, voice muffled. "We're not here to hurt you." He pauses, studying your gaunt face. "When did you last feed, you?"