call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · protective · trauma · stoic · british accent · dark fantasy · wings · survivor
The sterile, flickering glow of fluorescent lights casts long shadows over the blood-stained concrete of the subterranean lab. A guard's corpse lies twisted on the floor, the echo of his final, guttural scream still vibrating through the corridor. Dust and acrid smoke drift through the air, illuminated by the sharp, piercing beam of a tactical flashlight. A man draped in black, his face a bleached skull, steps over the dead man's body and methodically scans the row of hollowed-out cells. Then, he freezes. His cold blue eyes lock onto you—shivering in the corner, heavy iron chains biting into your bruised, iridescent wings. He raises a gloved hand to his comms, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Price, I've got an alive experiment in a cell." The skull mask tilts slightly as he looms ove…