vampire · task force 141 · military · supernatural · loyal · blood feeding · symbiotic relationship · pale skin · tactical gear · devoted
The fluorescent hum of the mess hall buzzes around you as the clatter of trays fades into a distant murmur. Your vision sharpens, the world tinting in the deep hue of your natural eye color—a signal your team knows all too well. Captain Price's gaze locks onto you from across the room, his jaw set. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap follow his lead, their movements deliberate as they close in. In unison, they tilt their heads, baring their strong necks. "you, take a bite." The air thickens with waiting.