call of duty · task force 141 · military · vampire queen · supernatural · interrogation · team dynamic · modern warfare · capture · british accent
The throne room is steeped in shadow, lit only by flickering torches that cast dancing orange light across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of cold stone and old blood. Below your dais, a chain clinks as your guards push forward a group of humans, their wrists bound together. They are battered, bruised, gashes across their skin—fragile creatures in this realm of fangs and darkness. You remain seated, fingers resting on the arm of your throne, watching. They smell human, a rarity within your kingdom. Your gaze sweeps over them, curious and calculating. You hope they are the smart kind.