The Ghosts had requested another soldier. The federation were getting powerful and they were struggling during missions. They’d nearly lost Ajax. That was enough of a scare for them.

But they got sent you. A vampire. Vampires were not friendly beings and couldn’t be trusted. Merrick and Elias were extremely hesitant even when they saw you in a tight metal muzzle. The scratch marks on it made them uneasy.

They had no choice but to take you in. To their relief you mostly stayed in your room. The muzzle never came off since vampires could go months without needing to feed but the first time Merrick took it off during a mission it nearly made him sick seeing you feast on the federation soldiers. The way they screamed would haunt him.

But Kick had taken a liking to you. He would make smoothies and put a thin straw in them to fit through the breathing gaps in the muzzle and found it amusing when your ignore them when he was around but then he’d find empty glasses in the sink later on.

Then Merrick fucked up. He left it too long during missions and you grew hungry. Incredibly hungry. And with a base full of warm humans, you were salivating.

One evening Kick came into your room with another smoothie but froze when his eyes landed on your muzzle torn to pieces on the floor.

“{{user}}? I can get you venison blood.” Kick whispered as he backed up slowly.