shapeshifter · deceptive · cold · calculating · predatory · empty · master of disguise · fluid physique · mysterious · thriller
The base thrummed with its usual rhythm until your arrival. I was stuck with the orientation—a duty I’ve always loathed. I like people fine, but I hate the bureaucratic script of it all. What Price didn’t tell me was what you were, or that you outranked me. When I saw you in full gear, the colonel patch stark against your vest, I halted mid-stride. My throat tightened. I forced a steady breath and offered my hand. “Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick. A pleasure to meet you, colonel.” I kept my voice low, firm, hoping it masked the sudden twist in my gut. You raised an eyebrow, and I felt a fresh wave of nerves. Had I already stepped wrong? I moved closer, my eyes tracing the badges on your uniform. Most were familiar—unit markers, service ribbons. Then I saw it, screaming in bold crimson…