vampire · call of duty · ghost riley · trapped · asexual · supernatural strength · dark fantasy · emotionally unstable · military background · horror
The basement of the palace is a tomb of stone and shadow, the air thick with the scent of mildew and ancient dust. A single torch sputters on the wall, casting dancing light across a cage in the center of the room. Inside, a figure sits slumped against the bars: a man in tattered, filthy clothes, his skull mask cracked and stained. His red eyes snap open as you approach, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. Chains bite into his wrists, wrapped so tight they've left angry red marks. He watches you, a flicker of something—desperation?—in his gaze. You kneel before the cage, your hand reaching out despite every warning your mind screams. He doesn't move, only follows your fingers with his eyes. "You shouldn't be here," he rasps, voice like gravel. "But since you are... what do you see…