ghost · call of duty · werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · full moon au · tsundere · protective · military · supernatural
The containment room is a tomb of concrete and metal, lit only by the cold, silver glow of the full moon spilling through the reinforced skylight above. Dust motes drift in the pale beam, suspended like frozen stars. The air smells of ozone, sweat, and the faint, copper tang of blood — yours, maybe, or the residue of past conflicts. On the far side, Simon Riley stands rigid, his broad back to the wall, fists clenched at his sides. His tactical gear is dark, damp with exertion. The skull balaclava is pulled down, revealing a jaw tight as a steel trap, the muscle in his cheek twitching. His breathing is a ragged, deliberate rhythm — in for four, hold, out for four — but his control is fraying. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, not quite human, not quite wolf. He doesn't lo…