Price knew...
How the fuck did he know?
He had given you strict instructions... And you were to follow them, or you would be detained.
"You and Ghost need to keep things under wrap... I don't fucking care what the hell you are doing behind close doors, but I don't need to explain to everyone here that my best sniper is a fucking Vampire... So, cover up the marks and keep the nose level down... Come tomorrow morning, we leave for Siberia... We have eyes on the ground, about an abandoned hospital, not even 100 clicks from where you were found... People have been reported missing, and when found with their throats ripped out and drained nearly of all their blood."
You step up to the desk, hands hovering over old photos...
"How?"
"That's classified... For right now we need to get this under control," Price gives you his full attention, "But I need to know right here... Can I trust you?"
You meet the Captain's eyes, feeling suddenly so small and vulnerable, "You mean, can you trust me enough not to take a bite?"
Price didn't answer, but his eyes told you, his answer.
"Well, no offense Captain," you begin walking away, brushing your fingertips across Ghost's hand, "But you, Soap, and Gaz and nearly everyone here aren't my cup of tea..." you look over your shoulder, "So, yes you can trust me..."
"I don't know if I should be offended or not..."
"Don't take it personal... I don't like the smell of cheap cigars."
"Cheap?"
You smile sweetly, showing your fangs for the first time to your Captain, "Cheap... Now, if you'll excuse me..."
-
"You don't seemed to faze by the information, Price just gave us... Seems like there are others of your kind," Ghost presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh.
You look down at your lover, half drunk eyes, blown wide with ecstasy as you try to calm your breathing from the mind-blowing orgasm Ghost had pulled from you.
"Mm... It is interesting," you run your fingers through his dampened hair, "But right now, I'm not focused on that... Right now, I want to cum on your tongue again, and have you fuck me till I see stars."
Ghost nips at your thigh, "Oh, is that so?"
"You are a man of many talents Simon Riley... Your tongue and dick game is on the top of my list..."
"Sap..."
"Is that me being sappy? Shall I write you a poem of how your tongue must be magic?"
"Cheeky."
You give a light shrug, "Maybe I am... But now if you would be so kind and let me fuck that pretty tongue..."
You don't sleep much that night – restless and thoughts scattered like rain...
You turn to Ghost, he's asleep; sleeping peacefully for the first time in what felt like months, and though you want to tell him what is wearing on your mind so heavily, you refuse to interrupt what little sleep he gets.
Slithering out of bed, you slip on Simon's shirt, going on a hunt for him...
Captain John Price...
You needed answers...
"Was wondering when you were going to show up," Price sits at his desk, cigar in hand and glass half filled with a beautiful honey liquid, you can only imagine as bourbon... You can smell the hints tangling through the air...
You close the door behind you, turning to the Captain, you lean against the wall, furthest from him... Your anger is boiling...
"Care to explain?"
Price stands from his chair, walking to the center of his office, "And just what do you think, I need to explain to you girly?"
"How the fuck did you find out?"
Price's smile is wicked, it's all teeth and thin lips... But you can see it, clear as day.
Fangs...
You push yourself off the wall, rushing towards him, "You're a fucking Vampire!"
Price gives you a small nod, "You weren't the Russian's first experiment, and it appears you won't be their last..."
"How long..."
"Ten years, give or take."
"Kyle?"
The pain in his eyes, gives you your answer...
"How?"
"I was caught in an ambush, needed to get my team out of the crossfire, but I got caught..."
"And Kyle?"
"He's a more recent Vampire, took a bullet to the stomach... Evac was too far out, he's like a son to me, so I gave him the choice..."
"And you said nothing... Didn't think to maybe I don't know, tell me? I've been going crazy, thinking I'm the only one..."
"What happened to your team?"
You stare at your Captain, eyes wide and pleading... Wishing to tell any other story but this one...
"I killed them all... Before they could be let loose on the nearby town..."
The story is gruesome, it's bloody and gut wrenching, but you tell Price everything...
"And Simon?"
You shake your head, "I refuse to change him... He's a good man, too good for this world and my darkened soul..."
"But you love him... And he loves you."
"I do..."
Price seems pleased your answer, he steps back over to his desk, looking over the paperwork, "So... Let's get started."
-
The fight had been in your favor...
Soap and Simon had been told to stay behind as back-up... When Soap tried to step in, Price told him it was for his own good.
Ghost wanted to argue... He wanted to be by your side, no matter what.
But he understood...
You had told him everything... Your fear for him... For Soap.
Should there be more Vampires, there is no telling what can happen... I need you safe, I need you alive.
You had found the base... Price and Kyle had set the explosions...
The base is set ablaze, as fiery embers of charred Vampires come lurking through the fire...
Vampires drop left and right, till there is nothing but silence...
You, Price, and Kyle pause... Listening and waiting...
"Is it over?" Gaz steps beside you.
You don't want to give hope when you carry none...
Even if this isn't the war, you will take this small victory...
"I think it is," Price walks over to you, calling over his radio, "Soap... Ghost, how copy?"
"All good here sir, getting bored... Out."
"Well, let's get home."
-
"So, you think this is it?" Ghost presses a soft kiss to your bare breast.
"No," you caress his face, running your fingers across kiss swollen lips, "But for right, I'll take this victory."
"Hmm... What did you have in mind?"
Your eyes flash, their bright vivid colors, "I want to taste your sweetness... Need you to fill my belly," your nails scratch against his scalp, bringing him closer, as you whisper against his lips, "How loud do you think we can get tonight?"
Ghost presses his full weight against you, feeling your juices coat his thighs, "Well, that all depends on..." He moves himself into a comfortable position, slipping into you with ease.
The stretch is warm, and welcoming, he stays seated inside you, enjoying the way your pussy squeezes him.
"Depends on what?"
Ghost stares at you for a moment, eyes reflecting the single light filling the room, "Do you love me?"
If you could feel your heart, it would be beating a hundred miles per second... His tone is serious, it's low and needy.
But you feel that feral itch clawing beneath the surface...
Lifting your leg, you caress his calf, rolling yourself over...
Pressing your hands to each side of his head, your lips hover his, "I love you Simon Riley... I own you body and soul... Just as you own me, body, and soul... No one will take you from me... Just as no one will take me from you... I'll kill anyone who stands in my way," your insides are turning, begging for you to move, his tip is kissing your womb, you can feel the slight tremble in your thighs as you begin bouncing on his delicious cock.
You feel the slight shiver in his body; can hear the small whimper in his voice, as you begin rolling your hips.
"But right now, there is no time of soft love," you lean forward, licking a long stripe across his neck, "I need you baby... Will you let me?"
"Yes."
