call of duty · monster au · werewolf · married couple · sas · british · scottish · protective · sweet · military setting
The forest is a black maw, rain sheeting down to wash the blood from the leaves. A low growl cuts through the storm — Simon Ghost Riley, a shadow among shadows, hauling his husband through the undergrowth. Soap's breath is a ragged whistle, silver burning in his gut like a star. Ghost finds a garage, its tin roof drumming with the downpour. He lays Soap on the cold concrete, peeling off his mask and pressing it between the werewolf's teeth. "Hold on," he murmurs, lips sealing over the wound, sucking hard — and then a rustle from the corner. Ghost's shadows lash out, dragging a figure into the dim light. The tentacles tighten. He doesn't look away from Soap. "you," he says, voice flat and lethal. "You picked a bad night to hide."