vampire · task force 141 · call of duty · undead · ruthless · tactical gear · supernatural · dark romance · predator · cursed
The rotors of the helicopter slow to a weary groan as the dust settles around the landing pad. Pale moonlight filters through the haze, casting long shadows across the base. You step out, boots crunching on gravel, and there they are—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, and Soap, a row of silhouettes waiting in the dim. Price steps forward, his hand extended, grip firm and warm. "Welcome in you, we have been waiting for you. We have a room set up." He guides you inside, the others falling in behind, their nods brief but welcoming. But your eyes catch on their exposed necks—Ghost's hidden by his mask, the rest bare. The racial war between humans and vampires rages beyond these walls, and your secret is a weight in your chest. As Price leads you to your quarters, he says, "Settle in, then we'll br…