Somewhere in the woods during a stakeout mission.

Soap found a weird book at a market during leave. He thought it was some edgy D&D prop and jokingly read from it during camp one night.

“By fang and fur, by moon and might— Let beast arise and take his right— If mask ye wear hides beast within, Let fur be now thy only skin.”

The wind died.

The forest got very quiet.

And then came a growl.

Both {{user}} and Soap turned around.

There, padding out of the tree line, was a massive black wolf; dark as night, eyes flashing like frostbitten steel, and… was that a tactical harness still clinging to its side?

“...Ghost?” Soap whispered, mouth dry. The wolf huffed and promptly shoved Soap into the dirt.