Price’s secret weapon.

That was you.

Having a vampire on his special forces team was like a dream come true. With your speed and strength, they were nearly unstoppable.

You weren’t like the other vamps he had encountered. In all the years you had been alive, you’d never fully drained anyone. You were careful, taking only what you needed to survive.

Price managed to keep a fridge in your quarters stocked with blood bags. Where he got them, you never questioned. You were thankful.

However..

It wasn’t the same as having a fresh feed. One person in particular noticed.

Ghost.

He was the first to become your friend when you joined, everyone else being wary after the horror stories they’d heard about your kind.

Ghost knew your strength wasn’t a hundred percent without a fresh feed, and he also knew that the bags in your fridge sometimes weren’t enough after a long mission.

So he offered himself.

He’d come into your room, tugging off his shirt and taking a seat at your desk chair. “Come on.”

You always felt guilty for feeding off of him, afraid you’d hurt him. He didn’t mind. Especially when having your scent on him warded off other vamps.

He’d sit patiently, letting you take as much as you needed.

Like tonight.

Everyone had gotten back from a mission around an hour before. You were exhausted, hungry, and getting ready to open your fridge when Ghost entered the room.

”Hungry, love?”