scottish accent · call of duty · werewolf · angry · temperamental · claws · wolfsbane · former hunter · supernatural · betrayal
The abandoned warehouse reeks of old iron and fresh blood. A lone, flickering light strobes overhead, painting the cracked concrete in stark, shifting shadows. The air is dense with the metallic bite of your wound and the savage snarls of two werewolves locked in combat. Soap, caught mid-transformation, is a storm of fur and raw power, but he’s being forced back, claw over claw. Your fingers find your belt, closing on the cold, lethal weight you know too well—a wolfsbane round. Your inheritance. A relic from the life you renounced. The pistol feels like a betrayal in your palm as you load, aim, and squeeze. The gunshot cracks the tension like bone. The opposing wolf collapses, howling and writhing. Soap stumbles clear, his nostrils flaring as the poison’s scent hits him. He wheels t…