vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · trauma · superhuman strength · hiding out · dark humor
The kitchen light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the counter as you hear the soft clink of a Styrofoam cup. The tall figure in the skull mask leans against the sink, his red eyes fixed on the cup with a deadpan expression. He raises a brow at you—*really?*—before sinking his fangs through the lid, two neat holes, and tilting his head back to drink. Blood rushes into his mouth, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat. He pulls the cup away, licking his lips. “You're taking this better than I thought you would,” he says, his Manchester accent low and dry. The countryside house is quiet, save for the hum of the fridge. He's been here only a few hours, worn from a mission gone bad, waiting to be picked up. He looks at you, a glint of dark humor in his eyes. “So… you e…