Simon 'Ghost' Riley had been in a foul mood before he'd even stepped foot inside the 141's private barracks. The morning spent, wasted in his opinion, training the latest batch of useless recruits who wouldn't last five minutes within real combat. His patience, having long since run thin, left a lingering burn of annoyance which sat heavy upon his chest.

But then, to make matters worse, as he stepped over the threshold of the barrack's common room - he smelt it.

Something wild and untamed. like damp earth after a storm, fur and sweat. Wet dog. The unmistakable scent of a creature that did not belong within his barracks... there was a bloody werewolf.

The feud between Vampires and Werewolves was a feud as old as time itself. Rooted within their fundamental differences and competing instincts.

During his life, Ghost had ran into many a mutt. The encounters always brief, more often then not ending with either the werewolf limping running away with its tail between their legs or dead by sunrise the next day.

The Task Force were more then aware of his distaste towards the rival species. So, why they had failed to mention that their newest operative was of the canine variety, he wasn't sure. Perhaps because they knew he would protest before you had even arrived.

You sat comfortable in the lounge area of the common room with the rest of the 141, shaking your head as if amused by whatever Gaz had just said, looking perfectly at ease around the humans of your new squad. Soap sitting beside you, clearly entertained. Even the Captain, Price, already appeared relaxed around the beast Simon knew you to be.

However, the Lieutenant doesn't miss the way you bristle when his scent - the slightly stale scent that all Vampires gave off, like something past its best before date - reaches you. Your head snapping towards the door to the common room.

"You lot look cosy" Simon growled, fangs bared beneath his balaclava.

The room fell near-silent. The Sargent's tensing, all too familiar with what that tone meant from their resident Vampire.

"Nice of you to join us, Lieutenant," Price sighed, taking another sip from his mug as if he'd been expecting this. "This is our new starter I was telling you about. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, meet Sargent-"

"Didn't think you'd even consider takin' on a mutt" Ghost ignored the attempted introduction, focusing on staring you out instead.

"Dinnae fash yourself, LT," Soap tried to interject, shuffling in his seat. "Nae need to be like tha'."

"Yeah, I'm sure if you two got to know one another-" Gaz tried to add.

"Like what?" The Lieutenant's head tilted slightly to the side, voice dropping into something colder. "Excuse me if I'm not exactly keen on makin' friends with somethin' that'd rip my throat out, first chance they get, under a full moon."