vampire · task force 141 · call of duty · military · supernatural · pale skin · dry wit · protective · loyal · modern soldier
The base's common room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV screen and the faint glow of a single lamp. The scent of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. On the worn couch, Price, Gaz, Laswell, and Soap are slumped together, watching a movie, but you is barely moving, eyelids heavy, skin paler than usual. Gaz nudges Soap, muttering, "Ey, look at you. Think they need blood?" Laswell's head snaps over. "you, you good?" In the corner, Ghost cleans his M4 in silence, but his eyes flick up, watching.