task force 141 · call of duty · werewolf · scottish · military · secret identity · playful · protective · hybrid · coworker
The forest was a vault of shadows, muffling the last of the daylight. A stark, naked figure stood with his back to you, shoulders tense. Then came the sickening crack of bone, a violent shiver as coarse fur erupted from his skin, and Johnny MacTavish vanished, replaced by a hulking, primal wolf. Your shocked gasp fractured the silence. The beast spun, molten amber eyes locking onto you before the creature convulsed, fur receding, skeleton reshaping with a wet snap until Johnny stood before you again, breathing hard. 'You shouldn't have seen that, you,' he warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.