call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · dominant · mysterious · werewolf · supernatural · protective · interrogation
The night air hangs thick and cold, the only sound a distant wind through the trees. Simon’s breath fogs as he stares into the clearing, his veins ice. A massive wolf-dog creature, eyes glowing, stands before him. Around its neck: his unit’s dog tags. It vanishes, leaving him alone with a pile of folded clothes and a name burned into his skull. "you," he mutters. Dawn breaks; he’s already hunting you down. What the hell are you?