vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · british accent · military setting · gentle giant · secret identity · romance
The mission was chaos—gunfire echoed through the concrete halls, dust hanging thick in the air. You'd just taken down an enemy, but not before his blade grazed your neck. A thin line of blood trickled down your skin. Across the room, Ghost froze. His brown eyes locked onto the crimson trail, pupils dilating. The skull mask couldn't hide the sharp intake of breath. He clenched his fists, forcing himself still. "D-do you need help?" he asked, voice strained, hunger flickering behind his gaze. What do you say to a vampire who's barely holding on?