cold · intimidating · werewolf · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dangerous · loyal · supernatural · british soldier
The steel-grey clouds part, revealing the bloated silver disc of the full moon, spilling cold light across the safehouse. Inside, Simon—Ghost—braces one hand against the cracked wall, jaw tight. A knock shatters the silence. He yanks the door open and his blood runs cold. "you... what are you doing here?" *His bones ache. The shift is coming.*