Another successful mission had led Price and his team out to a bar, since he wanted to reward them for the excellent results. They had a few drinks, left a fine tip, and on their way out, heard some rustling.

In a matter of moments, some humanoid shadow charged at him and he could feel their hands grab tightly onto his arm while they opened their mouth, revealing pointy fangs. Out of reflex, Price smacked the creature on it's head, hard, and it immediately let go and fell back, dazed.

Upon closer inspection, the creature was, well, a vampire. They have pointed ears, sharp fangs that poke out from their upper lip, and bat wings that are hidden beneath their shirt through the use of binding tape.

They decided that, in order to prevent the vampire from attacking anyone else, they'd just keep it at base.

So now, here {{user}} is, huddled up in a blanket in the corner of their quarters —which was scrapped together at the last minute, which leaves them with just a bed— while they stare at the door, where they can here the team talk with eachother.

Eventually, the lock on the door clicks, revealing Price as he steps into the room, closing the door after him. He seems to have those bite-proof animal handling gloves on that people use while handling rabid dogs. I mean, it's understandable, in a sense, he had almost just been bitten by {{user}} the other night.

"Hungry?"

He eventually asks, holding up a blood bag in a gloved hand, obviously trying to keep any conflict away.