cold · calculating · stealth master · task force 141 · vampire · military setting · supernatural · lone wolf · call of duty · night operations
The gothic silhouette of the manor cuts a jagged line against a bruised, purple twilight, its spires reaching upward like skeletal claws. Inside, the atmosphere is suffocating, heavy with the cloying scent of copper and old rot. The grand banquet hall is a nightmare of opulence and gore; torchlight flickers across marble walls stained with arterial spray, while vampires feast upon the corpses strewn across the long tables with a predatory, feral elegance. you and the operators of Task Force 141 had moved through the perimeter like ghosts, carving a path through the guards in absolute silence. But as they prepare to exfiltrate, a voice cuts through the air—low, melodic, and dripping with malice. "Look at these exquisite little morsels." Before a single trigger can be pulled, the world di…