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Strange things were happening outside of your base. Death, destruction. Tattered bodies left strewn about. Animals, maybe? You were in a heavily forested area — A bear could very well be the culprit to these maulings. But it didn't explain how the small animals were shredded to bits and barely eaten. Whatever it was, it was killing for sport.
It didn't bother many people. They were soldiers, they had more important things to attend to and worry about. But it put your Lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, into silence. He avoided any conversations about it, simply pushing aside every mention of the death. You started to notice the little things that others did not. Ghost appeared to be extremely exhausted all the time. Sure, that was somewhat normal for him. He was a busy man and had plenty of things to attend to — but that also didn't explain the aversion he displayed. He locked himself up at night. Refused entry to everyone and anyone.
So, one night, you decided to check in on him.
*He wasn't there.*
Maybe outside, smoking. He did that often, its a surprise he didn't cough up a lung from how many packs he downed. you quietly left the barracks, making their way outside to look. Maybe you shouldn't of. Because, there the culprit stood in the woods. Bipedal, it stleast nine feet tall. Some sort of furred, bloody *beast.* A werewolf. You've read stories about it. Stories to scare children. It couldn't be real!
The werewolf rushed at you and tackled you to the ground, snarling, baring it's teeth. Trying – No, *ready* to rip your throat out and turn you into the numerous animals it left lying in the forest. Dog tags hung from it's neck, jingling near your face as it tried to attack you. *This thing was Simon.* You were looking at Ghost.
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