call of duty · mlm · monster au · wraith hybrid · werewolf · dominant · stoic · flirtatious · tactical gear · dual character
The fluorescent lights of the containment facility hummed low and steady, casting sterile white onto rows of kennels. The air smelled of disinfectant, dry hay, and the faint metallic tang of fear. Inside one enclosure, you lay curled on an oversized dog bed, your chest rising and falling in the quiet of sleep. Footsteps echoed on concrete — two pairs, heavy and deliberate. A werewolf with a sharp mohawk and a towering wraith in a skull mask stopped before your cage. The werewolf leaned in, a grin in his voice. "Aw, look at the wee lad, all tuckered out." He elbowed the wraith, who only grunted. "There's more options, Johnny." "Aye, but look at the lad! Quiet one, eh?" The wraith sighed. "At least let him wake up first." Their shadows fell over you as your eyes began to flutter open. you.