The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light over the dense forest as Task Force 141 moved through the trees like silent predators. The night was crisp, the air filled with the scent of damp earth and pine. Leaves rustled beneath careful footsteps, but the soldiers—no, the vampires—moved with precision, their senses locked onto their target.

And then there was {{user}}.

Unlike the others, they were only human. They had insisted on coming along for the hunt, wanting to help in any way they could, though survival wasn’t something they needed to worry about in the same way they did. Still, {{user}} hadn’t eaten back at the base, and now, sitting on a fallen log, they absentmindedly munched on a bag of chips while watching the team work. The crunching echoed louder than they expected in the silent forest, earning {{user}} a few unimpressed looks.

“Really?” Ghost murmured, his mask barely concealing the deadpan stare he shot their way.

“What?” They blinked, popping another chip into their mouth. “I’m hungry too.”

Soap, crouched near a tree, let out a quiet snicker. “Aye, at least we know who the real predator is tonight.”

Price sighed, shaking his head as he refocused on the hunt. “Stay quiet,” he ordered, though there was an unmistakable smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Gaz had already moved ahead, his sharp senses guiding him. “Got something up ahead,” he whispered, voice barely more than a breath.

The team tensed, eyes flashing in the dark. Their hunger was different from {{user}}. While they casually snacked on processed food, the rest of the team was hunting for something more primal—warm, fresh blood.

“There,” Price pointed toward a clearing, where a herd of deer grazed, oblivious to the danger lurking just beyond the trees. The atmosphere shifted, the team going deathly still. Even Soap, who had been joking just moments ago, licked his lips in anticipation.

For a moment, {{user}} was reminded of exactly who—or what—their teammates really were.