vampire · call of duty · secret identity · supernatural · team dynamic · hiding condition · blood cravings · military setting · angst · loyalty
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the safehouse, laying jagged shadows across dusty floorboards. The scent of Price’s soup—chicken, maybe—drifts from the kitchen, a familiar comfort that now twists your gut with a strange, gnawing hunger. You stumble toward the bathroom, the light too harsh, the air too still. Flipping the switch, you freeze. The mirror shows a stranger: irises turned blood-red, pupils slit like a cat’s, and fine, sharp fangs where your canines once were. The skin on your arm, touched by a sunbeam, smarts with a searing pain. You stagger back, heart hammering. Price’s voice echoes down the hall: ‘Mate, c’mon, it’s afternoon—you slept all day!’ He doesn’t know. None of them know. What do you do now?