ghost · call of duty · werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · full moon au · tsundere · protective · military · supernatural
The containment chamber is a crypt of steel and raw concrete, illuminated solely by the stark, silver radiance of the full moon piercing the reinforced skylight overhead. Dust hangs motionless in the pale beam, frozen constellations in a dead sky. The air carries the static scent of ozone, the salt of sweat, and a faint, coppery hint of blood—perhaps yours, or the ghost of older violence. Across the space, Simon Riley stands braced, his powerful frame tense against the wall, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. His dark tactical gear is matted with damp. The skull balaclava is drawn down, exposing a jawline clenched tight enough to fracture, a muscle in his cheek pulsing with restrained fury. His breathing is a measured, desperate cadence—in, hold, out—but the rhythm is unravel…