being a vampire in the army had its ups and downs. on the bright side, he was faster, stronger, more durable than the others. but on the downside, it was hard to stay focused when he was surrounded by the smells of blood and death.

the mission was straight-forward enough, get some recon, maybe knock out a guy or two, and get the hell out. what wasn't expected, was a whole damn ambush.

"{{user}}! Get down!" ghost called roughly, gripping your arm and yanking you into cover. he quickly threw the both of you into a cramped room, barricading it. unfortunately for you - and him, you'd been shot.

fuckin' hell... don't get carried away, ghost.

He reprimanded himself internally, trying to focus on keeping you alive instead of the temping smell of your blood.