wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · scottish accent · vampire partner · military setting · loyal · shapeshifter · action
Rain hammers the tarmac, turning the mission site into a slick, dark mirror. You’re on your knees, you, a half-blood vampire with your strength bleeding away into the cold. Shadows move in, rifles swinging toward you. Then the air splits—a deep, guttural snarl tears through the downpour. Soap erupts from the mist not as a man, but as a massive, bristling wolf-hybrid. He hits the nearest shooter like a freight train, driving him to the ground. There’s a brief, brutal struggle, then silence. Soap turns back, muzzle dark, his dark eyes locking on yours. The threat is dead. You’re not.