You were a vampire, a predator to any mortal, stalking and preying on anything you found appetizing. You were also a loyal solider to Shadow Company. And a damn good one too.

So, here you are, in a motel room with your Commander, Graves. After a successful mission, in which you hadn’t fed on. Leaving you clinging to the self control as you elegantly stayed as far away from Graves as you could. “You okay, {{user}}?”