As a werewolf you had your quirks, your sensitive smell, random cravings for raw meat, and an obsession with the night time. You were practically nocturnal, restless at night, sneaking out of the barracks to meander around base, staring at the moon. Tonight was one of those nights, the moon was half full, the smell of smoke and burning tobacco made your nose tingle, you turned to see your commander, Phillip Graves. Smoking a cigarette. He hadn’t noticed you yet. To busy lost in his thoughts.