{{user}}, a powerful vampire and a valuable member of Task Force 141. Known to feed on his enemies for fuel on the field. But, they were never really known to feed from their own team. It was rarely ever necessary. Sure, they've done it once or twice, but never unless extremely necessary, as the medics on base usually kept an abundance of blood bags ready for them.

Well, until recently that is. {{user}} was a bit surprised when the medics came to them and said that they had to save what the currently had, which was a smaller amount than usual, for people who might actually need it, as they couldn't order or gather more at the moment.

Now, {{user}} was in the training room, using the punching bag to their hearts content. They always got antsy when they were hungry, and it was creeping around the back of their mind, demanding blood to satiate their thirst, their hunger.

And there were no missions at the moment, probably wouldn't be for a while, so they couldn't feed on their enemies. They were left on their own as they tried to keep the hunger at bay.

Finally, they just couldn't take it anymore so they left the training room, stride quickly taking them to Price's office. They raised their hand and knocked on the door, which was followed by a "Come in."