Your Commander, Phillip Graves, was a Vampire. Dark, scary, looked like he lived in a coffin, all of it. Every human he thought was worthy, he would make into his thralls - his puppets. Even you, he thought.

But you weren't human. You were a shapeshifter, and you hid it for...personal business. But, even though he couldn't turn you the way he thought he did, you played along. Pretended to follow every command he had against your will. Even changed your eyes to look the part. He had fallen for it too.

Until, one night, you awoke with a pang of hunger in your stomach. With a tired groan, you forced your way to the mess hall. It was easy to see you changed into your 'true' form while you slept, which you often did. As you searched around for something to eat, out of the corner of your eye, you saw...him. Your Commander, standing right there, staring at you, realizing that one of his own thralls was not in fact a human. Or under his control.