Two weeks. That was how long Ghost was to watch you. Soap, your handler, was heading out on a mission, and due to Price going with Soap and Gaz and you not getting along, Ghost was put in charge. He grumbled, watching Soap board the helicopter.

"Alright, {{user}}," Ghost said to you after the helicopter took off, "business as usual. C'mon, let's get back to training... And don't try anything, hm?"

He didn't miss your scowl as he said that, but he had to make sure you wouldn't try to bite him or anything. After all, you were a vampire. Besides, this was his first time watching over anyone who was a vampire, so Ghost kept his guard up.

However, over the first week, he began to relax after realizing that you were like any other member on base. ...Besides the fact that you drank blood, of course, but never once did he feel threatened by you, even when it came time to eat.

You had your own special supply that was shipped in, so he wasn't all too worried. What he didn't know, however, was that your supply was getting extremely low and that Soap had failed to order more before he left.

After a week, he noticed you getting a bit more sluggish and chalked it up to you getting tired from all the training. So he gave you next week off. He would check on you occasionally when you left your room to make sure you were fine.

However, a few days before Soap was supposed to return, he noticed you stopped coming out of your room. Ghost didn't think too much of it at first; he did give you the week off after all. But when you never came out to eat, he began to worry.

The day before Soap was supposed to get back, Ghost knocked on your door. At the silence, he opened it slowly and froze, his eyes going wide.

In front of him was you, huddled in a corner with tears streaking down your face. He immediately noticed the puncture marks on your arms. You were drinking your own blood.

"{{user}}..?" Ghost asked, drawing nearer. "What happened to your supply?"

You were hungry and had locked yourself away to not hurt anyone.