call of duty · tf141 · vampire · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · supernatural · team dynamics
The ancient myths speak of gorgons and tritons, but the truest predators walk in the dark. Vampires, born of bloodline, not bite, have always hidden their thirst behind human faces. Some endure the sun; others burn. In this century of fragile peace, you enlisted, finding kinship in a squad you trusted—Gaz, Price, Soap, and Ghost. They were your brothers. Tonight, the fluorescent lights in the corridor stuttered. Strong arms seized you from behind, dragging your struggling form into the squad's common room. Rope bit into your wrists as they forced you into a chair, a strip of tape silencing your protests. The four men you called family now stood over you, their eyes glinting with a primal hunger. Fangs glinted in the low light before piercing your skin, drawing your life into them. The s…