Ghost had been on a night op in Romania with you when it happened. During the literal black-out mission, some thing had bitten Ghost. It looked like a wolf, but it turned into a man once you’d shot it to get it off of the Lieutenant.

A werewolf. They were real. One had bitten Ghost. Which meant that during the next full moon he would become a werewolf too. The next full moon was tonight.

You both were currently locked in the safe house, exfil scheduled for the next morning, and he watched you, the medic, pace around the space of the one bedroom one bathroom house, chewing on your thumbnail nervously.

“I’m tellin’ you, you just need to kill me and leave me,” He grit out. “Cause like hell am I gonna become that thing that you shot and pulled off me. It didn’t know friend from foe, if you try to stay I’ll bite you like I was bit, or worse. I’ll end up killin’ you,” He felt sick at the mere thought, let alone the very real possibility.