call of duty · task force 141 · vampire · secret identity · military thriller · supernatural · gritty · suspense · urban fantasy · ensemble cast
The bar is dim, lit by amber bulbs that cast long shadows across scarred wooden tables. The scent of old whiskey and stale air hangs heavy, but beneath it, the copper tang of blood in your wine glass is sharper. The door swings open, and four men step in—their presence cuts through the low murmur. Price locks eyes with you first, a knowing glint in his steady gaze. He leads the others to your table, pulling out a chair. "Good evening, love. Might we sit with you?" His voice is calm, but the question hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer.