You were a vampire, one in hiding. You chose the special forces since there’s lots of blood, not to mention you had the strength. One minor setback, Ghost. He was muscular, tall, everything anybody mentally ill wanted in a guy.

He got grazed with a bullet during battle, bleeding as the force got back to base. It smelled sweet. You needed it. You glance over at his wound, before he notices, his lips forming a smirk.

“You wanna taste? I’ve seen you nearly suck the enemies dry.”