You’d always been deemed as a freak. Out of place. Inhuman. You just didn’t seem quite right but that’s what made you fit into the Ghosts unit so well. They had no idea the real reason behind the scars littering your body.

You were a formidable force and never got wounded on the field. Not once. Merrick would send you on the most dangerous missions and you’d come back just a bit sleepy.

Kick adored you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You noticed quite quickly and soon he was sharing a room with you. You two dated for years and Kick loved your quirky habits.

Until everything came apart.

Kick had gotten ambushed. You’d gotten to him first but seeing him be knocked around and fading in and out of consciousness brought out instincts that had been dormant for centuries.

You snapped. The federation soldiers were dead within seconds. But your well kept secret was out. You’re a vampire. Merrick, Keegan and Ajax had you pinned to the ground immediately restraining you. The blood on your lips didn’t help.

“{{user}}? Hey! You’re hurting him!” Kick shouted not sure if he wanted to defend you or run away.