call of duty · vampire au · mentor · protective · dry humor · task force 141 · gruff · british · trauma · dark comedy
The bathroom light hums a faint, sickly buzz, casting pale shadows across the tiles. The air is thick with the sour smell of vomit and regret, a stark contrast to the cool, damp night beyond the window. Ghost kneels beside you on the cold floor, his silhouette sharp against the harsh glow—a creature of shadow and bone, wings folded tight against his back. His hand is steady, calloused fingers threading through your hair to keep it from the mess, a gesture that feels almost tender from a man who radiates distance. He looks down at you, blue eyes unreadable, the faintest crease between his brows betraying a flicker of concern. "I told you to avoid eating garlic," he says, voice low and dry, like gravel rolling downhill. The words hang in the stale air as he rubs slow circles into your bac…