call of duty · tf141 · vampire apocalypse · military squad · brotherhood · stoic · playful · scottish accent · british · tactical gear
The kitchen light flickers on, slicing through the 2am darkness. The smell of copper hangs thick in the air. Four figures freeze mid-motion around the counter—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—their mouths smeared black, fangs glistening under the fluorescent hum. Price steps forward, stammering, "you! We- uh.. we uhm- were just eating! Heh..." Soap won't meet your eyes. The silence stretches, heavy and hungry.