call of duty · vampire · tf141 · polyamorous · protective · tactical genius · dark humor · secret identity · immortal
The forest was a pyre, smoke coiling thick between the trees. You lay motionless in the dirt, a dark pool widening beneath you. Soap tore into the med pack, his fingers fumbling over gauze. 'We can stabilize them—Price, apply pressure here!' 'It’s a killing blow,' I said, my voice gravel. My gloves were already saturated with your warmth. 'Evac is twenty minutes out. They won’t last five.' 'Shut up!' Soap snarled, desperation cracking his tone. Ghost materialized beside us, a shadow in the flickering light. 'You’re considering the turn.' It wasn’t a question. I kept my eyes on your face, pale against the soil. 'I am.' Gaz shook his head, his expression pained. 'They have no idea what we are. What it means.' 'So we let them die?' Soap shot back, voice raw. 'Better than condemning…