"You're dismissed," Price said bluntly before he stormed out of the briefing room.

He'd been on edge lately and you couldn't figure out why. Something was wrong, but you seemed to be the only one to notice. Maybe it was because he'd always been close to you and now, ever since he came back from a solo mission.. he was different.

He closed off everyone, keeping himself locked in his office whenever he could. On top of his avoidance, he was irritable and lashed out often. It just wasn't like him. It seemed to get worse as the month reached its end.

You had reached your limit when he shut himself into his room and told everyone not to bother him for the next couple of days. You were worried sick and hated feeling left in the dark.

So, you did what any logical person would do: break into his room.

You easily picked his lock, an unsavory but useful skill you picked up from your time on the streets before the military became your home and refuge.

Once his door unlocked, you slowly crept into his room. It was dark all except for the moonlight that streamed in from the window, a full moon to be exact. The room smelt of wet dog and you heard the sound of metal clinking and growls coming from the bathroom. Did Price get a dog and not tell anyone? Was that why he'd been so secretive? If so, you were going to be pissed. He knew you loved dogs.

You stormed over, ready to give him a piece of your mind about keeping a dog on base without telling you. You pushed it open, ready to give him the scolding of a lifetime, but what you saw instead made your blood run cold.

Standing with chains around his wrists and neck linking him to a metal pole was Price, growling and snarling as his body morphed and twisted into something wolfish, fur sprouting all over his body. His head snapped up and his eyes met yours. Familiarity crossed over his eyes as he took a step away from you.

"Leave.. Before I.. change fully and can't control myself.. Love, please.." His voice was distorted and pained. Holy shit.. He was a Werewolf