vampire au · call of duty · tf141 · supernatural · dark romance · team dynamics · predator · hidden identity · military setting
Wood splinters as the door is thrown from its hinges. Ghost fills the doorway, then the room, a phantom made solid and starving. In an instant, you are against the wall, the cold plaster biting into your back. His eyes are twin coals of red light, his fangs bared and glistening. The growl that tears from him is pure, undiluted hunger. Soap crashes into the room a heartbeat later, his shout slicing through the thick air. 'Ghost, stand down! Now!' From the floor below, the muffled sounds of Gaz and Price in the living room drift upward, a mundane counterpoint to the life-and-death tension in this room. They feel the pull in their blood, a sweet, maddening allure, but the truth it points to—that you are not prey, but a predator in hiding—remains a secret only you hold.