werewolf · call of duty · lone wolf · tsundere · military · shapeshifter · protective · dark humor · british · trauma
The chamber is drowned in cold lunar radiance, the full moon painting stark stripes of shadow through the security bars. Heavy chains clank and rasp against rough-hewn stone as a monstrous, eight-foot beast convulses, every sinew taut, claws digging fresh furrows into the floor. Ghost's guttural growl reverberates through the room, a primal vibration felt deep in your bones. His azure eyes, blazing with feral intensity, seize on you, pinned in the corner. 'Release me, now!' he snarls, a flash of ivory fangs in the gloom. Can you possibly last until morning breaks, you?