cold · intimidating · werewolf · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dangerous · loyal · supernatural · british soldier
Leaden clouds fracture, unveiling the swollen, silver orb of the full moon. Its frigid light bleeds into the dim safehouse. Inside, Simon—codenamed Ghost—presses a clenched fist against the peeling plaster of the wall, his jaw locked in a rigid line. A sudden knock shatters the strained quiet. He pulls the door open and a chill of dread seizes him. "you..." he says, his voice low and strained. "What are you doing here?" *A deep, grinding ache pulses in his marrow. The change is clawing its way to the surface.*