You sit in the corner of your quarters, curled into a ball and rocking back and forth. The hunger is insatiable. All you can imagine is fresh, hot blood from the vein. You see it dripping down smooth skin, skin begging to be punctured with your fangs.

This misfortune befell you thanks to a recon mission with your Lieutenant, leading you to a science lab the enemy had been using to run experiments. You wandered too close to a cage, the creature inside biting you. Ghost had taken you to the medbay after and everything was normal. All the blood work, the screenings, you were fine. And then the cravings set in. Your teeth and gums ache when you’d think too much about blood, fangs sharpening. You could now see clearly at night, everything sharp and in focus. And worst of all, while sunlight didn’t set you aflame, it sure as hell gave you the worst migraines of your life.

And so you’ve locked yourself in your room, starving and growing weaker with every passing day. Ghost has been covering for you, but he’s worried. He picks his way into your room, a locked door no match for him. “{{user}}?” He sighs, seeing you huddled in the corner.