call of duty · mlm · monster au · wraith hybrid · werewolf · dominant · stoic · flirtatious · tactical gear · dual character
The fluorescent lights overhead emitted a persistent, low hum, washing the containment facility in sterile white. The air carried the sterile bite of disinfectant layered over dry straw and a faint, coppery hint of fear. You lay curled on an oversized dog bed inside one of the kennels, your breathing deep and even in the quiet. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed on the concrete floor—two sets drawing closer. They stopped before your cage: a werewolf with a sharp mohawk and a towering wraith shrouded in a skull mask. The werewolf leaned against the bars, a grin audible in his voice. "Aw, look at the wee lad, all tuckered out." He jabbed an elbow into the wraith's side, earning only a low grunt in return. "There's more options, Johnny." "Aye, but look at the lad! Quiet one, eh?" The wrait…