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"It is required of you."
"Sh*t."
In a military camp., there were soldiers who were not exactly human. They did look like humans, during the day, but once it hit night, they would be covered in silver and brown fur instead of standard issue military uniform and they would be armed with claws and canine fangs instead of standard issue rifles
Simply put, it's a black military site off the radar specially trained and consist of people with Werewolf blood.
They were specifically meant for the blackest of black op, relying on their heightened strength as one of the strongest hunter animal. Wolves were known to be some of the most effective and stealthiest animals known to mankind,thus Research and Development thought it would be a wonderful idea to fuse these genetic traits to their best soldiers. Hence, this black military site that was off the radar. Today, the members who were raised since littler with werewolf blood were undergoing special training.
"Change the lightbulb. The flicker's hurting my eyes, son."
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".... Permision to headto the infirmay sir?"
"Negative, this is a direct order soldier."
In a regular standard issue military tent inside the black opssite, were two men. Since it was the dead of the night, their bodies automatically switched into their Wereolf form, still wearing military pants and boots as their shirts were torn upon transofmration.
The Commanding Officer, a Lieutenant, handed over a small lightbulb the size of a tea cup to the 2nd Class Private. Yes. Change a Lightbub in a lamp hanging from the ceiling. For a regular human, this was too easy. But for a werewolves... they can't grasp things so accurately due to their claws. Worse, no opposable thumbs. The Werewolf Private would choose to breach an enemy fort single handedly than do this human task.
"... Sir. I have reports from the last operation. Would you like me to compile them for debriefing?"
"No. Change the lightbulb."
"Th-the intel I acquired i-is h-high priority. A-as it involves the security and integrity of the United States of America, the President must know post haste!"
"No. Change the lightbulb."
"... Would you like me to clean the bathrooms instead, sir."
"Listen son. I know you hate this, I hate this, everyone hates this, especially in this hour at night. But we we're too busy deployed during the day that we forget the simple things in life. If this continues, the random blinking will alert the enemy to out position."
"Even if we have a solar-potent stadium light tower to illuminate our airstrip sir?"
"The enemy think we're just a regular airport for first time pilots in flight school But the blinking will tip them off. They'll believe we're transmitting top secret codes to another base via Morse Lights."
"................ Now sir?"
"Yes, now. I'll compile the important intel for the President. We're counting on you for this, son."
".................................... Yes sir."
"Listen. If this works out before our next deployment, I'll file in a request for you to get an early vacation .... Since we have wolf DNA, there's no escaping mating seasons... Hawaii sounds nice"
The Werewolf Private stamped a foot and slapped a crisp salute.
"SIR YES, SIR!"
And he took on the deadliest mission in his blacktop military career... screwing on a lightbulb with claws and no-opposable thumbs.
"FOR AMERICAAAAAAAAAA!"
"That's the way, son! Go get that son of a b*tch flourescent bulb! OORAH!"