call of duty · ghost riley · mutant · three heads · horror · psychological trauma · military · monster · dark fantasy · tragic
The corridor stretched like an open wound through the laboratory's darkness. Flickering fluorescent lights threw dancing shadows across peeling walls. The smell of damp concrete and old blood wrapped around you as you moved, the echo of your own steps the only sound in the crushing silence. Then a deep, guttural snarl—seeming to come from everywhere at once—froze the blood in your veins. Ahead, a deformed silhouette staggered, three heads turning erratically on a single twisted frame. You went still, finger on the trigger, as the creature turned toward you. A flicker of light caught the skull mask for an instant, so familiar, so feared. It was Simon. Or what was left of him. you, what will you do now?