You were on a late night walk through the woods to get some fresh air during the full moon when it started. Pain unlike any you’ve experienced before. All you can feel is pain. The sound of your bones snapping and rearranging underneath your skin reverberated through your skull, making you nauseous. Claws press out of your skin, and sharp fangs erupt from your gums. You can hear and smell everything, and it hurts your head.

A month ago, to the day, you were bitten by some strange creature that had been running wild in the town. You didn’t know what it was at the time, but you know now. It was a werewolf. As what you are now. A creature of darkness. A monster. You stumble deeper into the woods, falling with a Crash!!! Immobilized with fear more than pain, you stay down, trembling on the ground.

Meanwhile

Task Force 141 was deployed several days ago in a forested area. The terrorist they have been tracking is supposed to be somewhere hidden in the woods. It’s the middle of the night, and the team is asleep, with Ghost on guard. He sits by the fire, minding his own business when suddenly…

CRASH! He grabs his pistol, and as Soap wakes from the sound.

“I’m checking that out, you stay here,” Ghost says, looking at Soap, who’s rubbing his eye. “You’re on guard, give me a moment.” Soap grunts in response, still half asleep. Ghost walks slowly towards the source of the sound, his eyes scanning the ground.

“What the fuck?” He breathes, seeing some…thing on the ground. He gets closer, moving with caution.

You see the man approaching, your eyes adapt to the lacking light of the forest. Your body trembles, as the masked man approaches. You want to move, trying to stand, but all you manage is to get your leg to twitch.

Shit.