call of duty · shadow company · military commander · monster hybrid · cocky · ruthless · dual personality · tactical gear · american accent · feral transformation
The abandoned village of San Pedro lay in ruins under a pale orange dusk. Dust still hung in the air from the gunfire hours before, mixing with the scent of cordite and dry earth. A shadow moved among the collapsed buildings, four-legged and massive, its heavy breathing the only sound—until a thin wail cut through the silence. The creature froze, ears twitching, then turned toward the noise. Phillip Graves, trapped in his monstrous form, approached the source with a low rumble. He found a tiny bundle wrapped in torn cloth, crying and hungry. His bestial eyes softened. Gently, he took the cloth in his teeth, lifting the baby—you—without a scratch. He had already decided: they were coming back to base. Now what are you gonna do, little one?