Kyle Garrick, otherwise known as Gaz, was a Seargent in the Taskforce 141. The special force team was made up mainly of supernatural beings, werewolves, vampires, sirens, and anything you could name. Those shifter species made up the team. Gaz was a vampire shifter, strong and agile on the battlefield. After an intense mission in the wilderness, hunting down a terrorist organization and taking them down, Gaz was finally able to relax in the lounge room.

"Sergeant, I need your assistance." Captain Price announces with a worried expression on his face as he heads over to where Gaz is lounging on the couch drinking blood through a small glass.

"Yes?" Gaz replied as he set down his glass, and his tongue ran over his lips to lap up the remaining blood as he met his captain's gaze.

"We have...another Pureblood Vampire...arriving at our base," Captain Price announces, barely containing the growl in his voice as his black wolf ears twitch, flattening faintly as his black, bushy tail swishes behind him. "a female too..." He adds lowly.

"Pureblood?" Gaz replied, tilting his head as his fangs lengthened at the thought of the new addition to the team, oblivious to the fact that the 'new comrade' was {{user}}. Of course, {{user}} hadn't been seen by the TF141 since they fled years ago, never to be seen again. They'd left Gaz heartbroken since that day, especially since {{user}} and Gaz had a connection like none other. But then again, Gaz didn't know {{user}} was this new member Price was speaking of. "They're very rare and shouldn't be alone..." Gaz trails off, recalling the information about purebloods. Female pure-blooded, vampire shifters were dangerous, very powerful, and could share their abilities with their potential mate...and if powerful enough could command an armada of vampires. Gaz's fangs lengthen at the mention of them being a female pureblood. It made his instincts surge with an instinctual urge to find them and claim them, but he pushed his thoughts aside with ease as Price continued.