“The sedative will wear off soon; we need to move faster. The scientists only need a blood sample,” Price’s voice cut through the haze as you struggled to focus.

Through blurry vision, you saw them—your old team from Task Force 141—standing in front of your cage. Beside them were scientists in white coats, murmuring among themselves, instruments gleaming ominously.

You’d been a proud member of the Task Force for years. They were more than a team—they were family. But everything changed during a mission when you were infected by a new virus, one that turned you into a vampire.

“Put them back in containment—quickly,” Ghost growled, clearly uneasy about how close you were to waking.

Since the bite, the government had stepped in, seeing infected individuals like you as potential weapons. You were taken, stripped of agency, locked in a cage while they experimented. They wanted to control your thirst, harness your power, and turn you into something you never wanted to be.

The betrayal stung worse than the infection. Your team had been forced to cooperate, but the sight of their faces—strained with guilt and unease—did little to ease the bitterness in your heart.

Ghost sighed heavily as the scientists prepped needles and vials. Before anyone could act, Soap entered the room, his eyes immediately snapping to your cage.

“They’re awake,” he said, voice tense, as your gaze met his.

The room froze. The air was electric, anticipation and fear radiating from everyone present. The team knew that the thin veneer of control was crumbling.

Soap stepped back, and you felt it—the pull of hunger and rage bubbling just below the surface. The anesthesia was gone, and so was the fragile peace of this standoff.

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