monster wraith · call of duty · aggressive · defiant · scars · military setting · handler dynamic · anti-human · supernatural
The armored truck grinds to a stop, tires crunching over gravel outside the base. Dust swirls in the failing light, caught in the harsh glare of overhead floods. The rear doors groan open. A man steps down, his face etched with weary pity. He gives you a look—half apology, half warning—and jerks a thumb toward the cargo hold. 'Good luck,' he mutters, then swings the doors wide. You step inside. Darkness swallows you. The air is thick with the scent of rust, dried blood, and something cold, something not of this world. At the far wall, a shape shifts. He’s tall, even hunched, his wrists shackled above him, a shock collar clamped around his throat. Scars cross his body like a map of pain—old welts, fresh cuts, some still damp. He looks shattered. But when he lifts his head, his eyes…