call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · protective · trauma · stoic · british accent · dark fantasy · wings · survivor
The fluorescent lights flicker over the blood-smeared concrete of the underground lab. A guard's body lies crumpled, the echo of his last scream still ringing off the walls. Dust and smoke hang in the air, lit by the beam of a tactical flashlight. A man in black, skull-faced, steps over the corpse and scans the row of empty cells. Then he stops. His blue eyes fix on you, curled in the corner, chains coiled around your bruised wings. He raises his gloved hand to his comm, voice low and gravelly. "Price, I've got an alive experiment in a cell." The mask tilts as he waits, watching you.