call of duty · werewolf au · sas operator · skull mask · british · sarcastic · dominant · trauma · tactical gear · dark humor
The dense Russian forest enveloped them, a world of snow-dusted pines and muffled silence until gunfire erupted, sharp and sudden. Ghost jolted, a dark stain blooming across his tactical vest. He didn't scream. A deep, visceral growl vibrated from his core, shaking the frozen air. Before you could reach him, his body convulsed—muscles swelling against the fabric, bones cracking and realigning. His mask strained, fangs piercing through the material. He turned, his eyes burning with an amber glow, the humanity draining from them. "Stay back," he snarled, the words distorting, but the predator within was already fixing its gaze on you.