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Former military infantryman. That pretty much means I find myself more drawn toward RPs that have anything to do with modern-ish warefare. ANy thing else just ask, I'm open like the YMCA.

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The beast charged down the hallway, blind with fury. It seethed with rage, bloody drool dripping from its jowels. It rounded a corner and spied a woman in the distance. She saw the monster racing toward her.

Raising her arm a green flash filled the corridor. The light itself blinded the monster temporarily, he was shunted off balance, when he hit the shield he hit off to the right, then a loud boom and the next thing the creature knew it was staring at the ceiling. Whatever shield that was effectively blocked the creature, but now the shield seemed less bright, less vibrant as if it had lost some power after taking such a hit.

The beast growled, but before it can charge again a scent wafted his way, pheromones, and anxious voices coming his way, the beast turned to face the the newcomers.

I gots my reasons, and I bet dollars to donuts none ya ninjas ever walked in my boots.
Wolfe listened to Tristan speak. He made a good point, Wolfe was technically not part of the Corps anymore, and he didn’t have to lead that life anymore. Although, it wasn’t like he can just uproot from his former position, those he served with became brothers, closer than blood. Those he trained and had serving under him were like his children, and they made him proud. All Wolfe knew was the Corps, but that didn’t have to define him.
Tristan trailed off, and redirected the conversation back to Natasha. Wolfe was trying to pay attention, but he kept getting an itch behind his ear. He casually scratched the spot and changed position, crossing his arms. His stomach began to hurt a bit, and then his heart started pounding, it echoed through his ears, he started to breathe rapidly.

He noticed his heart rate pickup he could feel his heart racing in his chest, beating against his rib cage, sending signals to his arms. Then why did he hear a rhythmatic beating if his heart was racing? Wolfe realized it wasn’t his heart he was hearing, focusing, or trying to focus he began to hear two separate heart beats. He realized it was the other two he could hear. Wolfe became confused, just as his head started to throb, and an intense malaise feeling flooded him.

The smells that flooded him almost overwhelmed him. Tristan smelled of seaweed and salt, a hint of bourbon, the man is a closet drinker. Natasha smelled of pheromones and… trouble.

“Wolfe, are you ok?” Tristan asked.

Wolfe tried to answer but a growl came out, he coughed, trying to clear it away, it became more intense. He dropped to a knee, his muscles tensed, throbbed, felt as if they were to rip out of his skin, every vein began bulging grotesquely. He became hot, sweat began pouring off of him.
He dropped the armor he was wearing, it clattered to the floor, hoping the released weight would help, it did not.

Wolfe let out a small grunt, then it happened. His bones began to snap, it was painful, and every snap brought a grunt or a pained yelp. Breathing heavy, labored, he screamed, his body shifted, the skin becoming ebony, fur began to sprout around his neck and head, down his back into a mane of hair. His arms extended and bulked, finger nails extending into points, claws, like razors. His knees snapped inward ankles outward, the pain was unbelievable.

His face began to change, a snout protruding his teeth becoming spaced, and sharp, very sharp. He tried to move out of the office, and crashed through the door, the secretary screamed. Wolfe screamed back. He still wore his uniform, sort off, the trousers were ripped from the knees down, boots gone, and the blouse remained in tatters around his now massive chest. The wolf pin still present.
When he was fully morphed he let out one more howl, this time long, loud, and sharp. He took a large draw through his nose. The scent from the office had that smell that was trouble, but the beast caught another scent. A scent that the former knew, and with that scent…was…corruption. Corruption was what the former knew well, and he hated it, much like the beast who could smell it. With a roar beast charged down the corridor toward the source of the smell, bounding on all fours mouth agape with large sharp teeth showing. The secretary, paralyzed with fear, did not move out of the beats way, only to be shouldered roughly away and into a wall, she lay on the ground unconscious.

Stand by, I'm working on a post, and work seemed to have imploded, so I'm lagging, but making progress.
I was an 0311 Rifleman in the marine corps 2006-2010, 2 combat pumps under my belt...I'm interested
Wolfe noticed some tension in the room but didn’t pay it any mind. Instead he decided to tell Tristan everything, at least everything he could remember.

“Full disclosure?” He asked, glancing towards Natasha, then shrugged.

“Well, back in 2014 I was stationed in Afghanistan, Kandahar. During the deployment we came across a site covered in dead bodies, near a dilapidated temple or mosque I’m not quite sure but it was old. We cleaned up the site and egressed out. We came back later that day, only….” Wolfe trailed off a bit, remembering the G-man and the conversation he had with him.

“There was this man, I thought some sort of government spook or contracting recruiter, he talked to me about my skill set, history and wanted me to work for him, though he was vague on the details- I turned him down.”

Taking a breath he continued:
“We set out a few hours before dusk, the LT was acting funny ever since we got back to the F.O.B. Like, not himself, at all, I wonder if that had anything to do with it…. I do know he wanted to see the bodies we brought back…”
He shrugged again.

“We landed and the LT wanted myself, and Hirsch to go with him.” He narrowed his eyes, “When we got to the bottom of the temple we noticed the temperature had increased exponentially. What we saw was around seven or eight people surrounding a women, who was crucified, she was in front of a large red pulsating crystal. There was one man in the middle, leading a chant, with the others repeating in tow.’’ He took a breath.

“What happened next is kinda blurry, we took cover behind a fallen pillar to see what was going on, but the LT kept walking toward the group, like he was entranced or something. That’s when I noticed this sword…the man in the center of the half circle was holding it, he made in incision from the naked women’s neck down to her pelvis. A moment later she began screaming erratically, and that’s when a large, black, muscular arm with four inch claws on the fingertips began pushing its way out….”
Another shrug.

“I didn’t hesitate, I blew it to hell with a 40mm grenade. The sword landed near me, and I think it has some sort of power, because for some reason, it felt like it wanted me to pick it up, and when I did…it felt…warm? Familiar...?” he cleared his throat.
“After I snapped out of it, I noticed the LT, injured, limping his way to the crystal that was beginning to pulsate harder now. I tried to stop him, but when he touched it, the crystal exploded and I got caught up in the wave…”

He trailed off, his voice became a bit shaky, but he cleared his throat again-this was the hard part.
“Now…. Hirsch said he woke up in the temple when the team found him… He said one minute he was in Afghanistan on top of a mountain in a temple…the next he’s in Russia.” He shook his head, and ran a finger over the white streak in his hair.

“Me…on the other hand…. I went somewhere else,” Wolfe struggled with the words, he didn’t want to believe it, but the nightmares are too real anymore. It didn’t sound believable. ‘Fuck it’ he thought.

“Look I am going to be honest, I have no clue what happened, and I may be wrong but… I think… I think I went to hell…” He trailed off, the looks both of them were giving him made him think he may just be crazy, no…. he was there… had to have been.

“I feel like…I was there longer than just a few moments…even though I can only remember moments… my body feels older, I have the dreams that I think are memories… I really don’t know, but something happened to me…” He trailed off.

“That’s all I know, I am not sure if it’s any help though."

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