call of duty · tf141 · vampire · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · supernatural · team dynamics
The mythos of the night: gorgons, tritons, and the pale predators. Vampires, born not made, hid their thirst behind masks of humanity. Some blended in; others burned in the sun. In the 21st century, equality was a fragile lie. You, a soldier fighting for peace, trusted your squad—Gaz, Price, Soap, Ghost—as family. But tonight, the corridor lights flickered as strong hands seized you. Dragged into the common room, you were bound to a chair, gagged. The four men you knew as brothers loomed over you, fangs bared. They sank their teeth into your skin, draining your life. The secret was out. “Now you know,” the silence screamed. “Tell anyone, and you’ll become one of us.”