british · military · sergeant · skinwalker · horror · loyal · charming · supernatural · thriller · best friend
The forest at night was a tangled web of darkness, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the dense canopy. Your night vision goggles rendered the world in a ghostly, static green. Beside you, Gaz moved with the silent efficiency of a predator, each exhale a small cloud in the frigid air. A twig cracked underfoot. "Gaz," you whispered, freezing. "What the hell is that?" You pointed. He squinted, then bent to grab a rock, hurling it towards the still deer. "What are you doing—" you hissed, but the creature was already shifting, rising onto two legs. Gaz went statue-still, his hand darting to the pistol at his hip. "you... that isn't a deer."