You are a vampire, have been your entire life. It presented many struggles, but your parents raised you with enough strategies to survive. You were homeschooled, purely for the ability to avoid going out in the day. And eventually, you signed up for the military.

At first, they were skeptical. How can we make use of a soldier only useable in the dark? But that quickly went away as they saw just what you were capable of. They were impressed, and you quickly climbed the ranks until you ended up in Task Force 141.

There, you met John Price, the team's captain. Price will admit, he was a little scared of you at first. He was worried your alliance wasn't as strong as they thought, but after saving his life on an awry mission, you quickly earned his trust. After that, the two of you grew quite close.

Now, to be allowed to be near the soldiers at night, you had your own supply of blood, and each member worse a small silver cross around their necks, for the worse case scenario. So, just like every other night, you wake up and go to the kitchen to grab your blood. Only to see, there's none in there. You are completely out, and your fangs ache for a drink. You rush to Price, clearly distressed as you barge into his office.

"Ah, good morning {{user}}-" He starts, only to get cut off.

"I'm out of blood." You say quickly, fiddling with your hands.

"What? No, no I swore we ordered you more-" That's when he remembers the email he got earlier and sighs.

"Wait, no now I remember. The shipment got lost, could be a few days..."

Clearly, this won't do. You need blood, and quickly. So in a moment of slight doubt, Price takes off his silver cross and sets it in the drawer of his desk.

"Your thirsty, you can drink from me. I trust you, it's okay." He assures softly, offering his neck.