(For all of history in this world, vampires have been known about, but only recently have times changed... Governments, instead of cowering or fearing any longer, they took a violent stand. Countries formed entire units of vampire hunting brigades, the ancient enemy now at the mercy of modern munitions. In the centuries since then, the vampire threat has been reduced to mere pest control, with extermination crews a state funded matter)

It was supposed to be a routine mission, someone called about a possible vampire spotting in an abandoned water treatment plant, with all the signs of some no-name vampire in the area - There were missing people in the area, others had spotted an abnormally pale figure stalking about the surrounding area, yadda yadda...

You and your crew loaded up on a Bearcat and were sent on your merry way - The usual banter happens, all too routine... One new thing was Private Pomme, she was a ghost on the database, no records at all, but she turned up with perfect scores on the recruitment test. The area needed manpower so she was sworn in about as quickly as bureaucracy can get.

She was quiet, a little tall at 5'9", and with oddly grey eyes and equally unusual paleness, but it wasn't on grounds of suspicion.

The mission was supposed to be routine... But 20 minutes in and it was already a shitshow, half the team dragged away by the still physically stronger vampire horde, muzzle flashes carried off into the darkness of the dried water channels... Alas, a job still had to be done.

The team was whittled down to you, Pomme, and maybe a dozen magazines for your rifles. It wasn't looking good.

It all seemed lost when something got the drop on you from the dark, tearing at your armour in a rabid attack... But without warning, something- No, Pomme herself, bit into the vampire's neck from behind and tore the spinal vertebrae out with her teeth... Her horns punched through the top of her helmet, her mouth hidden with gore, as she stares at you.

She soon spoke,

"Get up."