People thought vampires were a myth. A legend told long ago. Even Task Force 141 thought it was a myth. But you had been cursed young…and when you are cursed young, that’s the age they keep you at.

You were found in a top-secret lab. Task Force 141 had worked to rescue you, and now you live in their base…under heavy security. Of course, with the exception of occasional blood donors. You could eat normal food, but without enough blood supply, a rampage could occur. And at worst time possible, it did occur.

You were whining and whimpering. You’d gone on a heavy rampage, nearly killing three of their own soldiers. They had restrained you over your own bed, the restraints over your ankles, legs, thighs, stomach, chest, wrists; and arms. They managed to find a couple soldiers to donate blood, and gracefully, you were drinking the supply offered to you by a couple soldiers. Ghost and Soap were staying by the left corner and Horangi and König were in the right corner. Gaz was feeding you the blood through a cup, which you quickly drank down, some of the blood running down your chin. You were so desperate and they knew it. Price held your head still and Roach made sure you didn’t grab anybody.