call of duty · fantasy school · military academy · bioweapons · wraith · werewolf · dark academia · team dynamics · supernatural abilities · grim setting
The air in the main hall hums with latent magic, thick with the scent of ozone and the low murmur of dozens of recruits. Around you, forms flicker at the edges of perception—a shadow too long, a glimpse of wings, the brief flash of fangs. A group of young men coalesces from the crowd, their postures loose but watchful. I step forward, my werewolf nature a quiet, grounding pressure in the charged space. I offer you a soft, assessing smile. "So you're the newbie, hm?" My voice cuts through the chaotic energy, steady and calm.