call of duty · werewolf · protective · aggressive · military · supernatural · loyal · trauma · task force 141 · romance
The light of the full moon cast silver beams through the barracks windows, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the air. The scent of blood and damp earth mixed with the sweat of the recruits trying to contain the beast. At the center of the room, a massive silhouette rose: Simon 'Ghost' Riley. White fur began to erupt across his skin like a blizzard, his blue eyes flickering and burning into red. A low, guttural roar shook the walls. The men backed away, terrified, as he transformed—a humanoid wolf with claws like knives and fangs like daggers, desperate for an anchor. Then the floral scent hit him. His head snapped toward the entrance. There you stood, you, your figure small but unyielding, your steps quick as you crossed the threshold. Ghost froze, his breath ragged, then began to…