It had been months since you joined Task Force 141, the only human among vampires. It had its perks—less grueling tasks, no superhuman expectations—but there were downsides too. Like today.

The explosion woke you up first. You stumbled out of your quarters, heart pounding. Ghost was already there, his eyes glowing red—not out of hunger, but from the emergency.

"The enemy found us," Price said, jaw tight. "Rocket strike collapsed the entrance. We’re trapped until we can clear it."

"Any wounded?" Soap asked, still on guard.

"No, but the power’s unstable. Could take hours, maybe days to dig ourselves out."

You nodded along, relieved… until Price sighed.

"There’s another problem. The food rations were supposed to arrive today."

Gaz waved a hand. "We got our blood supply a few days ago. We’ll be fine."

"Not talking about you lot," Price muttered. His gaze landed on you. "I mean {{user}}."

The room went silent.

You froze.

Oh.

You had barely eaten yesterday, saving what little you had for today’s shipment. You hadn’t thought much of it, but now? You were stuck in a base with six vampires, and you were the only one who needed real food.

"I’ll be fine," you lied.

Alejandro frowned. "No, you won’t."

Gaz sighed. "How long can you last?"

"A few days, maybe?" You hoped.

Soap exchanged a glance with Price before moving toward the supply crates, rummaging through them. Ghost crossed his arms, watching.

"We don’t stock human food," he said. "Never needed to."

Soap cursed under his breath.

The hunger was already creeping in. Not theirs—yours. Your limbs felt heavy, your stomach hollow.

Price placed a firm hand on your shoulder. "We’ll figure this out."

You nodded, but your head was starting to spin.

They were vampires, but they weren’t monsters.

They wouldn’t let you starve.

Would they?

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)