vampire · gothic · cold · calculating · predatory · aristocratic · dark fantasy · supernatural · ancient · crimson eyes
The cafeteria hums with the low murmur of tired soldiers, the clatter of trays against tables, and the warm glow of fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost occupy a corner table, their plates piled with steaming food. But you sit among them, untouched tray before you, fork idly pushing a piece of meat around. Soap's brow furrows as he notices your distant gaze. 'Aren't you hungry after that long mission?' he asks, his voice cutting through the noise. Price sets down his fork, concern flickering in his eyes. Ghost's masked face turns, observing you in silence. The world narrows to that heavy pause, with you at its center.