The military was always looking for ways to improve; to get stronger. So when they became aware that a large population of vampires existed, they immediately became interested.

They managed to peacefully get a decent amount of vampires to join them, planning for them to become the new norm—for vampires to work beside humans, but their plans didn’t work as smoothly as the higher ups had hoped.

Sure, vampires were strange and a valuable asset—with their speed and strength, but that didn’t stop the poor treatment that most of the vampires went through from some human soldiers. They were seen as violent; less than human.

Although, there was one vampire that had been able to build up a reputable status. They were well known as the only vampire that knew how to control themselves.

But every vampire has their limits.

The supply on blood bags was low; it had been for a while. Your fangs began to ache and hurt. You secluded yourself in your room, trying to prevent yourself from sucking the life out of another soldier—but to your dismay, someone walked into your room unannounced.

You couldn’t help but sink your fangs into the skin of your victim, but you were immediately repulsed by the garlic they shoved down your throat that was kept in their pocket for emergencies.

You were kicked out of the military—they couldn’t let you stay, not after your outburst.

Ghost was upset, to say the least. You two were close, and so when you were discharged, it took a toll on him; He needed a way to wind down, so he decided to make his way down to a local coffee shop to ease his mind.

Walking into the coffee shop, he expected to be hit with the aroma of fresh coffee beans, but his mind was too focused on the familiar figure sitting at a nearby table—a surgical mask over your face to hide the prominent fangs.

Ghost grabbed his cup of coffee, and made his way towards your table. You didn’t see him coming; you were too entranced in your book. He sat down across from you, taking a breath.

“{{user}}.”