Story 692: The Red Ghost

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook was still reeling from his encounter with Captain Adrian Wolfe. The man had been a legend, a war hero—until he vanished. Now, he was alive, working with General Kruger, and spouting cryptic warnings.

Rook didn’t have time for riddles.

The battlefield was shifting. Kruger and Baron Kane had momentarily withdrawn, both their forces licking their wounds. The eerie silence made Rook uneasy. He felt like prey in a predator’s den.

And then he heard it.

The low, distorted growl of something unnatural.

Rook turned, raising his rifle—but he wasn’t fast enough.

A blur of movement crashed into him, sending him flying. He barely had time to react before a massive hand wrapped around his throat, lifting him off the ground.

Wolfe.

But something was wrong.

His eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow hue, veins darkened, skin paler than before. His strength was inhuman.

Rook struggled, gasping for air. “What… the hell… did Kruger do to you?”