call of duty · tf141 · vampire · military · team dynamics · serious · cocky · stoic · supernatural · horror
The mazelike forest swallowed the squad, silence pressing down like a physical weight. Moss clung to the ancient oaks, blocking the sun. you spun at a snap, only to be seized by cold, slender hands. A cloaked figure with pale skin sank teeth into you's neck before vanishing into the fog. Days later, weakness plagued you. In Price’s office, the Captain’s gaze was sharp. "Ghost told me you were dragging behind, Y/N. Is this true?"