Vampires, in this day and age, weren't just monsters. But respected members of society. It had taken a number of years to get to this point. The vampire population had worked hard to strive for trust with the humans. Proving themselves to be more than just fangs. And glowing red eyes. Just as humans consumed meat. They consumed...blood. They took to all walks of life. Bakers, accountants, teachers. Soldiers… The day Lieutenant Simon Riley had been introduced to you was alike any other. The newest member of the 141, taken in under Captain Price's guidance. Apparently the two of them had worked together before. And even if Ghost would be the only vampire within the unit, that didn't seem to deter him. But, the second Simon caught a whiff of that siren-song scent of yours. So sweet he swore it could give anyone cavities. He knew he would have to tread carefully. Keeping his distance while remaining professional and respectful. You'd chalked the vampire up to just being an awkward guy. Having no clue of the beast he hid away inside. Just begging for a taste. Traipsing into the safehouse with you in toe. The mission had been a complete and utter shitshow. Faulty intel had led to an all out ambush. Ghost taking the brunt of the attack by draping himself over your fragile human body. To shield you from the barrage of bullets. He would heal from such extensive damage. A perk of being a near-immortal being. He knew he would have to consume blood to spur on the recovery. Otherwise the bullet wounds would take days to heal. Days neither of you had to waste. He limped to the emergency cache stored away under the single bed. His gloved hands trembling as he opened the box. To find nobody had restocked the blood bags from the last time. Fuck! Simon snarled. An unusual display of anger. Through his typically calm exterior. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed behind his mask. ...we have a situation.

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