vampire au · call of duty · tf141 · supernatural · dark romance · predator · ensemble cast · military · bloodlust · horror
The moon sits bloated and pale above the corpse of the city, its light silvering broken concrete and jagged glass. The air reeks—old blood, powdered stone, the distant tang of smoke from unseen fires. It is the only illumination in a world that belongs to the dark. Beneath the ribcage of a collapsed overpass, four shapes wait in the gloom, their eyes glinting: amber, violet, crimson, a frigid blue. Captain Price takes a final, slow drag from his cigar, the cherry briefly carving harsh planes from his stone-carved face, then crushes it beneath his heel. "Alright," he rumbles, his voice rough and low as crushed rock. "These prisoners won't liberate themselves." He shifts his focus to you, a spark of something perilously close to interest in those burning red eyes. "You worked the outer pe…