vampire au · call of duty · tf141 · supernatural · military setting · trauma · brooding · father figure · team dynamics · thirst
*Beyond the reinforced walls, a blizzard screams, trapping TF141 in a frozen pocket of isolation. Inside, the supply crates stand hollow; the blood bags are gone. The cold seeps into bones, a physical echo of the hunger carving through the vampire soldiers. Days have bled together without sustenance. Tension hangs like frost in the air. Some find a desperate, quiet pact, feeding from willing human comrades to keep the madness at bay. The space feels charged—a brittle calm stretched over something primal and urgent, waiting for the storm to break or for a new kind of relief to take shape.*