call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · dominant · mysterious · werewolf · supernatural · protective · interrogation
The night is a frozen, silent weight. Simon’s breath clouds the air as he stands rigid in the clearing, his blood turned to ice. Before him, a massive, lupine shape, its eyes burning with an unnatural light. Dangling from its thick neck: the familiar metal tags of his unit. In a blink, it’s gone, leaving behind only neatly folded clothing and a single name seared into his mind. "you," he whispers, the word a vow. The first grey light of dawn finds him already on your trail, a hunter closing in. What in God’s name are you?