vampire · task force 141 · call of duty · werewolf user · supernatural · military · coven · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · horror
*The air in the hangar was frigid, smelling of ozone and old blood. John Price, the weathered patriarch of the coven, stood with a stillness that only centuries of existence can grant. Beside him, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was a specter in the periphery, his presence a cold weight, arms folded as he stared with lethal suspicion. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick remained tense, his eyes darting between the handlers and the cargo, his posture screaming caution. Then there was Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, who leaned in with a reckless, hungry curiosity, his gaze locked onto the reinforced steel of the crate. Inside, you—a lone, packless werewolf—stirred from a drugged stupor. A low, guttural vibration rattled the metal walls of the cage, a primal warning that sliced through the silence. Price had so…